At The Bedroom Window Of The Small Hotel Poem by Gert Strydom

At the bedroom window of the small hotel
Helderberg mountain towers
with its black peaks reaching high
and the other windows do display the beach
where the ocean dark-blue and green at times
does constantly go in and out
and it seems as if life here
can be a lot of fun

and in my thoughts there is
another place and time where you
ate barracouta hot from the coals
in Hout Bay
when I did know about our love.