The First Fig Poem by Gert Strydom

The First Fig



From the very moment that it swells out
birds do gather,
watching somewhat keen at the ripening,
they do twitter
fly to and fro and in happiness
then eat it to the very skin.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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