Gert Strydom

Veteran Poet - 1,639 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

Walking On The Riverbank - Poem by Gert Strydom

Weavers fly to and thro
going over the river
with there nests hanging
in the willow trees
where the leaves becomes alive
in the slight breeze

and with silver crystal spray
an African red-knobbed coot
flies up screaming from the riverbed
disturbed by my squelching tread

and crowned plovers are more agitated
while I walked along the riverbank
As if I am placing my feet on holy ground.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 7, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, October 7, 2013


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