Gert Strydom Poems

No new horizons catch his blue eyes
when he gets the command for his freedom,
just the wide sky stretches out far above
where the sun blazes yellow in the blue
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Like smoke the bubbles whirl up
in the wind’s frolicking game
hopping like horses that gallop
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Where on that hill of Calvary ages ago you were slain
You died there to quench man’s pain,
although still your bright light
shines down in every day and every dark night
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Cemented into existing
among grey buildings, long grey days
they listened keen on hearing any whispering,
even tried to hear the breaking of the sea,
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Where people live in the concrete jungle
with apartments as their property
and no one knows of grass or flowers
or any natural life source
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I am a farmer
who are up before first light
and I drink my coffee
between the cows in the stable
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When I walk om Margate’s beach
something is caught,
in the sound of the breaking waves
and it echoes there forever more.
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My years are coming on
and some of my words
are gone from my mind
never to return again
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The curtains in the bedroom
are drawn close
and you lie
in semi-darkness.
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As if just asleep I was waken
with the light shining brightly in my eyes,
when darkness did disappear suddenly
and I came alive again.
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