Gert Strydom Poems

In the harsh reality, of the fierceness of the land
the farmer walks over furrows of ploughed sand,
in the distance calves bellow, his eyes look at the blue,
if a rain cloud is appearing somewhere
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Out of the air it lands
with wings flapping
before the snake can stop it.
Out of the air it lands
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flames spread further with destruction
from where the mountain is covered by fire
until it rushes to the end of the bushes
and everything that it reaches is burning
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When I was lost in your eyes
you softly touched my cheek,
we were away from this earth
beyond time and space.
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We have just arrived
at the old big house
near to the cemetery
on the grounds of the private school.
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Somewhere in a semi dark room
right next to the gallows
a man daily awaits his doom
and obscurely destiny
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On a weekday evening
while some people,
were watching the late comedy show
on television, laughing or smiling
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Your master had discarded you
when he left for Spain
and left you and your
black and brown mate
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Somehow you are missing from my memory.
The night falls slowly, coming with tranquillity.
Deserted is our once happy home as you are gone,
my whole life has turned into stone.
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When things change lightning quick
and feelings, lives get a new direction
you are surrounded by change,
change that intrude into your life
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