Gert Strydom

Bronze Star - 2,060 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

The Cape Hunt - Poem by Gert Strydom

Foxhounds bark and tare away
with tails in the air
like guiding antennas
as if chasing a spectral bone

While hunters dressed in black
and some in red
with white helmets
follow at full gallop
urging their horses on.

What a spectacle they make
while they race
through the field
as they have being doing
since eighteen twenty-two.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 18, 2013


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