Gert Strydom

Veteran Poet - 1,720 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Out Of Military Boots - Poem by Gert Strydom

Out of military boots
I come moulded to be a different person
and in nature could finally find some serenity
with the hot sun blazing above me
catching the birdcalls on the breeze.

From battlefields I did rise,
astounded to be still living
with hundreds of stories
of fools and very brave men

and the silence is almost deafening
with no rattle of any light-machinegun
no exploding rocket propelled shells
and I dream about a world
that is free form any disharmony

where the judgement day,
the outbreak of war,
exists no more
and everyone is free
to live a life in respectability.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 5, 2012


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