Gert Strydom Poems

How sadly I have been absent in this spring
while new sprouts and flowers were rising
when the loveliest hot days you have seen
and our love had been a struggling withering thing
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In March when the summer is worn out
the new autumn gets new meaning
when plovers call to each other
while it feels as if the sun is saving its last summer heat
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with a golden sun that is still summer
while the first leaves of autumn begins to fall
and there is peace and tranquillity in my universe
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When winter suddenly comes
year upon year I am caught by it,
when there is an end to growth,
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Some happy people take holidays
and its when you and I
love to dine out, to dance and play
while summer days rush by
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The thrush sings its twittering song, picks up worms,
the Jack Russell snatches wild at the bees,
startled they try to escape,
the sunbird gambols from flower to flower
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In my childhood days I pick lilies in the marsh,
I pick lilies, the most beautiful that I can find
in colours of red, yellow and white
but now a tar road cuts past.
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Oh Lord, when a husband and wife
in love yearned for each other
I was roused out of undetermined rest
and on a day
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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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