My Beloved Country Poem by Gert Strydom

My beloved country
two oceans do embrace you at both sides,
a mountain does greet them that sail nearer to the southern point
and beautiful you are as if God is protecting you to the end of time.

Up to your most northerly border trees are streched out like guards,
where they do cover you from the Cape to the Bush-veldt,
inland your rains do pour down with lightning flashes in the summer
and in the Cape the rain does pour down in winter without any thunderbolts.

Even in the dry Karoo farms lie streched out
and there are farms as far a person can trek through you.
Here my people have their own precious piece of ground
and they do remain your children, even if they are robbed and wounded.

© Gert Strydom