Gert Strydom Poems

My Lord, I am devoting my whole life to you,
I have sworn a sacred oath to be true,
you affect my life, my every breath,
if it is necessary even my death;
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When the spring rain pours down
it seems as if the road does exude
a glorious cloud
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My two dogs patrol the yard
from side to side
and walk along the wall
with the street
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Birds sing while the day is dying
black-collard barbets, finches and doves in pairs
with sincere sweet voices crying,
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Doves fly from sunrise
until late afternoon past in pairs
and the whole day their singing resounds
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You smashed the small granite table down
like a mighty war hammer
cleaving the coffee table in two
which I had made for you,
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On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
walking up and down
almost in a march.
On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
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Long, long ago there were two people (just you and me)
and to my remorse my life was empty without you
and I couldn’t get you out of my heart.
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There’s a chilly wind blowing this morning,
the black-collard barbet
flies into my study’s window
as if it can go right through it,
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Like a ghost somewhere from a tree,
sometimes from the roof
it calls out and people shiver
believing that death
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