Rain Falls On Every Afternoon (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Bernard Odendaal)

Rain falls on every afternoon in the High-veldt of my heart,
the windmills turn quickly in the strong wind
and this is the place where a person finds cattle and the sun,
where green maize fill the fields without sorrow,
together and happy on the fields white and black do work,
but it's actually the living place of my lovely wife,
everyone is cheerful, happy and totally in harmony
and my woman and I are never from each other separate
but reality turns things totally upside down
where unemployed I may never find a work again,
where people are urged to take away property,
where I still do believe in the salvation of the Lord God,
as no affirmative action does make my God and I fall
and in all of this I do remain alive and do not get dismayed.

[Reference:"Harmonie, distrik Bloemfontein" (Harmony, district Bloemfontein)by Bernard Odendaal.]

© Gert Strydom