Palm Trees Poem by Gert Strydom

Palm Trees



There’s palm trees that grows in a row
down Nelson Mandela drive
and I wonder how they survive
and are full of life and vibrance,
while the one or other pest
destroys the rest of the palm trees
and eats them from the inside
and my neighbour’s palm
is yellow brown and dead.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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