On A Hillock (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Where the ground-squirrel hop up and down
there are guinea fowl in the bush and I look carefully
and again I am a carefree child,
notices a rock-rabbit jumping from rock to rock
and when I climb the small kopje to its top
the farm dam lies and gleams in the cliff,
there are turtle-doves cooing in the blue-gum trees,
cleverly the blue-headed lizards scatter and run
and in the adult-world I have lost all of this,
where I hear the friendly cooing of the laughing-doves,
notice a sunbird hanging at a sugar-bush tree
and wonder what does remain of this world?
In the distance there are machines roaring,
where gigantic vehicles groan under a mine's loads.

© Gert Strydom