Gert Strydom Poems

My God witnesses every thing,
the woman crying at night
about the child that she doesn’t get,
the robbers sneaking around in the day
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When my ancestors faced Mzilikazi,
Dingaan and the British
they thought of no honour
or heroic deeds
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When the red candle draws ‘n ring of light
while in the darkness
I do express my love to you,
then we do find meaning
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When the late afternoon begins to fade
then I do still think about you
as if you are right here,
then you are in my memories.
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So much more happy than before
with love you have made me,
as destiny had brought me loss
and you tranquillity,
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Shadow spiders crawl on the wall
at the red sunset's glare
and some are short and some are small
or very thin like hair
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Both of your cheeks glow like a peach,
and very peacefully
the sun sets on the far off beach,
that looks beautifully
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At night with eyes big and bright
the cats go out to play and at midnight
there's just one law that they obey
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Curled up he lays in the last bit of summer sun
that falls in the autumn,
he sometimes scale the chestnut tree
of which the stripped branches
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To me a grass warbler is a small thing
that gambols around
and when the summer sun falls hot
shining high above me,
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