Gert Strydom Poems

In the open veldt
a lonely young six year old boy
herds some cattle
and follows them as they are grazing
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Lord, you rescued my nation
when a onslaught of thousands of Zulu’s
came at Blood River
against less than five hundred
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Lord, You have formed our nation,
out of various nations You have built the Afrikaner nation
and led them miraculously to here.
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Lord, as a child I looked
at the tracks of the Voortrekker wagons
that was cut into rock banks
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Woman whom I loved once,
now you call me, tell me
that you have changed through the years.
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We couldn’t find spinach anywhere,
not at the Fruit and Veg
or other green grocers
or even at chain stores
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It was in the Okavango swamp
that the dark ghoul came at night
and passed so near
that I could smell its stinking breath.
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As I turn the magazine’s page
I see your lovely face
catching my eyes
like a morning glory opening
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They who do not themselves fight the battle,
who err as mere humans
has got the power to call up boys
with innocent noble ideals
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The past was going in seconds
while I was being sheltered
behind a small wall, with bullets,
mortars and rockets
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