Gert Strydom Poems

With a roaring sound waves crash
under Waenhuiskrans,
and they cave there
when gigantic tongues of spray
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Now in the very late summer of life,
you are my wife after many years
and without fears in tranquillity and strive
I am truly alive in happiness and tears
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Daily our love does somehow increase
with some gentle ease you charmingly smile
and a while feelings linger and do not cease
and I have peace as I travel mile by mile
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You long to go to a place near mountain streams
where we wander around in our memories
or maybe to the Knysna forest you go in your dreams.
You long to go to a place near mountain streams
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Your letter is beautiful
and tells about things deep in your heart
but what lies between the lines
are unnamed things
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In the field they are scattered
pink, white and brown-red
and emerge by them self
as if by mercy
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We love each other without pretence,
in each sense there is a kind of longing
in every awakening a kind of insistence,
in each experience a new kind of thing
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Daily I do know that you do love me
as our feelings ought to be and it does show
as you do glow as if alight constantly
and without pretence even when tears do flow
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When we walk in the back garden
as the sun sets over the hillocks

while flowers are blooming everywhere
and others are now suddenly rising
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For years I am hiding under the wing
of God who daily protects me
and sometimes I feel safe when I doze away,
I had even been involved in His work
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