Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

As I had a walk on the path over the hill (roundelay)


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.

A bird flapped loose rose into the sky,
up and up did some surging eagles fly
while a flock of rock rabbits did run
amongst the rocks in the summer sun.

Every bird and insect was absolutely free
and that experience remains still with me,
as the beautiful lily that I came upon
amongst the rocks in the summer sun.

Submitted: Thursday, February 02, 2012
Edited: Thursday, February 02, 2012

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