I Have Never Been Over The Atlantic Ocean Poem by Gert Strydom

I Have Never Been Over The Atlantic Ocean



I have never been over the Atlantic Ocean
to Great Britain
had a glass of gin in a bar,
but Hunters Gold cider
and Johnny Walker whiskey tasted fine
nor have I seen the white cliffs of Dover,
but one of the most beautiful poems I have read
was about it
and it gave me a greater thrill than any of mine
but I have gone up on a hill in my own country
where two oceans meet,
seen them clamouring beneath my feet.

I have never been under Ben Bulben's head
but went instead with a cable car
high up on Table Mountain
and could look out far over the city and sea
and saw gulls flying up there to meet me
although they were quite noisy.

I have never been to Galway to see its Glories
or visit the bay, but visited Uvongo
before the flood and played
with my kids in the lagoon
diving from the waterfall
and to them I was a hero gigantic and tall

and I have never seen the granite peaks of Mourne
or being borne to Tyrella beach
but have gone up Paarl Mountain and it seemed as if
Franschoek was within my reach
and at the Strand I bought my girlfriend a gift

and for a time the dreams of my life was true
to explore with a girl that I did adore
the beach and the sea
and for a summer,
the sky of Cape Town was the bluest hue
and she then loved me.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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