Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 26,670 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Somewhere Beyond A Old Gold Mine - Poem by Gert Strydom

Somewhere beyond a old gold mine,
probably planted there by a bird,
I saw you reaching high against the blue sky,
with blossoms folding open in purity,
bursting open snow white,
at a rusted wheel that gnashed as it turned;
as a almond tree on top of a yellow-brown mine dump
while I was walking around curious.
Your branches were like angelic wings, white and pure,
was circled by the bright sunshine,
that splashed down your wide open branches,
where like fingers they were reaching for heaven,
your glory went to the depths of my soul
where very high you stood above everything.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 8, 2012

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