Gert Strydom Poems

The howl of the magic guitar
brings me intense pleasure
and he is stroking string after string
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Too many times back to war I have went,
have seen civilian men become soldiers
to face destruction, injury and death,
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Hazy the new summer day hangs,
the sky is cobalt blue
and here and there the dew of the night glistens
when the new morning unfolds in her glory
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Early on a winter morning in Cape Town
the rain is sieving down as it has done for days,
the sky is covered with grey clouds
and inside are you and I
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(after Antjie Krog)

Right at the front at the big old green board
the teacher waits with a strong wooden cane
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As they pierce the bright blue gleaming water
I have seen them leap and play
in a immeasurable ocean
glistening on a hot summer day
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I heard the thunder of the guns resound,
saw rockets taking red tails into the sky,
with passing battle-tanks felt the trembling ground
and over and away fighter jets did fly.
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When at a time we looked big eyed at each other,
when you looked to me
like the most beautiful of all women,
when there was still innocence between us
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I see shadows everywhere,
one fallow me
but the rest
just image off the things in my life.
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Eagerly I want to share my thoughts with you
of things far past just imagining,
of things that lay so deep in my heart
that I do not always know how to express them
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