Seen From The Sky Poem by Gert Strydom

Farms lie patched in blocks
of brown and green squares
with maize and sunflower
and other crops.

There are houses and silos
like castles protecting
here and there
with windmills
standing like bishops
wailing against the wind
guarding waterholes

and farmers, workers
and cattle, sheep
and other animals
like knights
and pawns everywhere

and God plays
against the evil foe
on a giant chessboard
seen in mid game.

Buildings, pivot points, tractors
men and animals
and everything below
becomes insignificant and miniature
and specs in time and space

and the board never ends
and stretches without boundaries
on past the next horizon
to continents across the globe
to include anywhere

and at times
life and death balances
on where destiny falls
or the next move
if there is one at all.