In The Highveld [2] Poem by Gert Strydom

In The Highveld [2]



Sometimes I visit in absence the Highveld
and in my thoughts
are jumping from rock to rock
where aloes flower orange,
where I smell the fragrances of the Proteas,
are walking in knee-high grass
and I am there in lingering moments.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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