This Morning We Walked In The Veldt Poem by Gert Strydom

This morning we walked in the veldt
and unexpectedly you found a wild lily,
over it you were excited like a child,
In the city shots rang out in the distance
and above a escaping prisoner
a helicopter flew with wind
blowing up dust and we were blinded,
you were scared that they would not catch him.
The bells at a church rang out far away,
we noticed aloes growing against a hillock,
proteas flowered on their trees wildly,
you believed that the criminal was near to us
and did struggle with that thought:
that slowly but surely he was coming.
© Gert Strydom