Down At The Marsh Poem by Gert Strydom

Down At The Marsh



Down at the marsh
weavers rock up and down,
down at the marsh
your lips are soft against mine
when a big dog barks far away
and your right knee has lost some skin
down at the marsh.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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