At Margate Beach (Cavatina) Poem by Gert Strydom

At Margate Beach (Cavatina)



One after the other or in some pairs
the seagulls fly,
while a green, blue or purple hued calm sea
does catch the eye;
on the beach a myriad of girls tan,
men do get dry
or return to the surging surf to have fun
and children enjoy the hot summer sun.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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