The Sky Is Bright Blue Poem by Gert Strydom
The Sky Is Bright Blue
with a golden sun that is still summer
while the first leaves of autumn begins to fall
and there is peace and tranquillity in my universe
until the phone curses shrilly,
the neighbour’s children run around in the street
screaming wherever they go,
while they throw each other with lumps,
guests that come visiting
ring the front bell
and the dogs bark
running up and down in the yard.
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