When We Walked At The River Poem by Gert Strydom

When we walked at the river
there were three of us
two boys of twelve
and a girl of ten

and the water
came rushing by
and then the world was great
with the hot yellow sun
in a cobalt blue sky

and we sat with our feet in the water
watching cars passing on the high bridge
and she smiled at me
while holding my hand
and her brother was my best friend

and the three of us
took an oath to be friends for life
but destiny was in control

l'Envoi
and the world wasn't great
with the hot yellow sun
covered by a dark black sky
and waters in flood
came rushing by
in a enormous wave

swept a car from a low bridge
flooding over it
causing the two of them to die
and later at the high bridge
sat only I.


© Gert Strydom