Gert Strydom Poems

The sun has burnt
the morning’s fog away
and now its
a bright hot sunny day.
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Bouncing buoyantly, rushing along
the young African baboon
greyish-brown with a green tint
came to the fence of the game reserve
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To me you are the most precious and beautiful of women
someone that believes in me
while life comes daily with a new kind of omen
and although our love is how it ought to be
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There is something great to gardening
and in these early days of spring
some birds do frolic and flutter
while others do sing
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Now suddenly there are dinosaurs appearing,
and they do tread deep tracks and bite with their jaws
before they disappear again in the distance
and immediately you can realise the impossibility of this.
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Sometimes dreams are awful and not nice
and beings that are not human or of man
linger wherever they can
and they bring fear when they do not entice
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like a bird in full song
with its throat throbbing
and it’s almost the beginning of spring
and as the day goes along
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The smell of baled cut hay,
cut cornstalks, fuel from drums
the hot tractors cooling down
and in the semi-dark the hoard
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I believe there is a place called Zion
that was prepared by Jesus, who is my Lord and my God.
where joy and happiness does without end go on
and through the trials and tribulations I will go dry-shod
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(a small ode to my wife Daleen)

Hers is a clean kitchen
with everything tidy in its place
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