Gert Strydom Poems

The windows was closed behind the curtains
and shut out was the world, the night and the breeze
as if you and I was locked in
away from all heartache, pain and sin
...

The weekend we will go
past Gordonsbay
to Rooiels
...

This morning I am waiting
on the light
to start the day
and thinking about something
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That night guns roared
all around us everywhere
and the field was acrid
with the smell
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A full red moon
hangs in the night sky
and birds fly past in silhouette
...

My two dogs patrol the yard
from side to side
and walk along the wall
with the street
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I will die and go to my father
without any further postponement, now
I will take my car and to the road,
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Whom but your mothers back in Havana
and some in Luanda
mourn your lost or knows
that you were slaughtered in battle
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Even the sun
that used to smile for me
has begun to go frail
and as the season run on
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Who would have thought that a time would come
where daylilies flower right through the winter
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