Things That Are Dear To Me Poem by Gert Strydom

Things That Are Dear To Me

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The orange-red colour of the new morning,
the first blossoming flower of spring
and up in the big old oak tree
the chatter of little birds that sing,

the blue of the sky's canopy,
the buzzing of bee after bee
from flower to flower
are things that are dear to me

and when life comes with thundershower after thundershower
and even the smallest problems do gigantic tower
like solid rocky hills of the hardest stone,
then there is still beauty in even the simplest flower

and when at times I am all-alone
and every friend is gone
then life seems far too much
until I hear you bright voice on the phone.

Thursday, June 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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