From The Earliest Breaking Of Dawn Poem by Gert Strydom

From The Earliest Breaking Of Dawn



From the earliest breaking of dawn,
the doves, sparrows and weavers were on the lawn,
they pecked chirped, twittered and cooed
as if had great delight in this morn

and in this autumn their gladness I did not understand,
while closely together they did band,
were singing their songs of great joy
as if they were fed by God's own hand.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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