Christmas Child - Poem by Gert Strydom
One dark night a farmer heard his sheep bleating,
went out and a above him saw a strange star,
with his walking stick the old man walked
to the shed and he hoped
that he was worrying in vain,
he was aware of the bright light above him.
At the cowshed a lamp was burning
as if two teenagers impudently
was spending time with each other,
but he found a mature couple that were sheltering there
and the women was giving birth,
it was too late to take her home and she was shy;
the farmer, his wife and child
were overwhelmed by the Christmas child.
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