Gert Strydom Poems

On one of the back benches in church
I see a young girl
unbuttoning the top of her blouse
with slender white fingers
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On a day that felt like any other,
where the sun was hot
in a Pretoria spring,
when the jasmine and almost every flower
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If science can make
all magic things just trivial
and give explanations to all,
cause the rainbow
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Playing Mig roulette, along we would drive
without cover,
listening for reports from commandos
then pull over,
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More pretty than a flower you are to me,
when in the morning you pass in the road,
when you hair shines, when I get a smile.
More pretty than a flower,
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(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

In every day’s longing, in the sheer need
of how life is,
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As I had a walk on the path on the hill
the wind did swish and then it was quite still
the flowering of the aloes had begun
amongst the rocks in the summer sun.
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As a pretty butterfly that flutters
along she came,
rapidly always running up and down;
nothing could tame
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On that sunny golden early morning
while the beautiful flowers of the spring
were opening and were suddenly flowering
closer to each other they were moving
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The oak size avocado tree had fruit
during the spring
and into summer, like small pineapples,
with some dropping
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