Daleen Enslinstrydom

Rookie - 215 Points [Daleen EnslinStrydom] (25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)

Daleen Enslinstrydom Poems

241. Forgiving And Forgetting 10/10/2013
242. The Empty Sky 9/19/2013
243. Am I My Brother’s Keeper? 11/14/2013
244. Your Penned Words Do Inspire Me 6/5/2014
245. Words Written On Paper 8/21/2013
246. Rain 8/2/2013
247. Jewel Of My Childhood 7/25/2013
248. My Word Wizard 7/23/2013
249. Bread And Meat For Breakfast 6/24/2013
250. A Dwelling Place For My Heart 4/4/2013
251. The School Fair 11/25/2013
252. A Mother’s Work Is Never Done [1] 5/10/2013
253. I Do Hate My Job 8/6/2013
254. Chocolates 7/11/2013
255. Will Somebody Pleas Take Me? 7/8/2013
256. Difficult To Understand 6/14/2013
257. Unknown Life-Journey 11/4/2013
258. Mom, You Are More Than Just A Mother’s Day Mother 5/13/2014
259. A Female Friend 4/24/2013
260. The Hands Of A Farmer 4/23/2013
261. What Happiness Means 6/7/2013
262. Under The Shade Of The Big Old Oak Tree 12/8/2013

Comments about Daleen Enslinstrydom

  • Walterrean Salley (11/21/2016 7:06:00 PM)

    Beautiful poet. Beautiful poetry, rich and meaningful. I could sit and read your poems for hours. A true asset to the poetic community. Many wishes for success. Thank you.

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Best Poem of Daleen Enslinstrydom

Under The Shade Of The Big Old Oak Tree

Under the shade of the old oak tree Jafta sit
and his mind wanders back as he reflects on his life
while the sun sets in the west.
He is overcome with sorrow to braking point,
he knows his time is running out and that the sun
of his own life is also setting
and that there is no return.

Life was so much easier
when he was stile younger,
yesterday is gone
and it will never return.

His eyes are weary and he looks downhearted,
he does not even see his beloved grassland
and does wonder why life does have to hurt so much?
He gazes into ...

Read the full of Under The Shade Of The Big Old Oak Tree


When twilight falls
and shadows stretch like days without end
there is a place in the garden
where I come to rest

while the sun colours the sky
from blue to dove-grey,
the day draws to an end
and the sun changes to a glistening ball

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