Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 18,373 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

A Lane In England - Poem by Gert Strydom

In autumn I walked in England
in a lane full of trees
where leaves lay auburn
on a road wet from rain.

Barren, stripped oak trees
were between other green ones
and it was as if I was going
right through a tunnel
with here and there trees
of which the leaves were more yellow.

In the distance the road bended to the right
where a bush fence
cut neatly square
and telephone poles
ran along the edge of the road

and the green moss banks
were covered with auburn leaves
at places
and on the other side
of the road
a shrub stretched out green and long
like a sausage
that was lying next to the road

and I would love
to have a lane like that
next to my driveway.

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  • (2/14/2011 7:24:00 AM)


    I live close to a lane like that, nice words Gert.

    Wendy.x
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 12, 2010



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