The Bucket (Refrain Stanza) Poem by Gert Strydom

In the veldt the sight of a rusty bucket did me hit,
I thought that beautiful geraniums could come into it
where open mouthed in the sun's heat it did gape
for a flowerpot to me it was the right shape
but in the middle of it did a huge spider in a web sit
but still I picked it up to take it home,
in my mind's eye already flowers did into it come
and I knew that on the porch it would fit,
I thought that beautiful geraniums could come into it.

© Gert Strydom