Kotze Park Poem by Gert Strydom

While walking in the park
we followed a road
twisting past a old green battle tank,

a plaything for the kids,
parked near a row of dilapidated swings
and a missing seesaw

walked past a old windmill somewhat like castle
of which the water was missing
and when drawing close saw some rubble around it

and we walked up to the top of a small knoll
where a dam once was,
with furrows meandering down

in trenches like little rivulets
but now only a patch of empty concrete
was left there

and up in a tree a green snake
gazed down at you, down at me
where it was coiled around a branch

with little gleaming black eyes
watching intently,
but I did not say a thing just kept walking on.