Where The Baobab Tree Finger Points Poem by Gert Strydom

Where The Baobab Tree Finger Points



Where the baobab tree finger points,
the bush veldt sun fries you to tatters,
some camel thorn trees hook and pierce,
jackals and hyenas cry and laugh at night,
the moon rises yellow, with stars appearing
all over the sky shining like jewels,
it’s as God himself is walking around in the veldt.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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