In The High-Veldt Of My Heart Poem by Gert Strydom

I want to hold you in my arms, my wife,
and build your homestead in the high-veldt of my heart.

When the thunderstorms come
then you do turn my life around in your little house,

notice the redbreast of my heart singing its song,
where it frolics to bring you joy,

where you glimpse the sun breaking through while it rains
and in all times you do enrapture me,

our lovely times lie still in my memories
where you look at life through my eyes.

© Gert Strydom