Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 21,875 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

On Guard Duty - Poem by Gert Strydom

On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
walking up and down
almost in a march.
On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
the wet earth smells fresh
and somewhere a tent flaps in the wind.
On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
walking up and down.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 17, 2010



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