Far Past Forgetting (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Far past forgetting there is a land
where the rock rabbits wait at their observation posts,
where you can find the tracks of duiker on the sand
and hear a babbler laugh high up in a tree
and when in the dark nigh the moon hangs high
you can hear the crying of the jackals
and the whole world is silver-white
with the eyes of a owl gleaming golden
when the warthog do destroy the cornfield,
while the guinea fowl and pheasants do walk and scrub everywhere,
then there is a rat's frightened cry
while the baboons go and steal peaches in a troop
but now all that is left is the memories of my childhood days,
of days under the sun with the sky bluer than the bluest hue.

© Gert Strydom