Gert Strydom

Silver Star - 3,633 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

In The Highveld [2] - Poem by Gert Strydom

Sometimes I visit in absence the Highveld
and in my thoughts
are jumping from rock to rock
where aloes flower orange,
where I smell the fragrances of the Proteas,
are walking in knee-high grass
and I am there in lingering moments.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 6, 2013

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