Gert Strydom


Like my father before me



Like my father before me,
and in the way that my son,
my daughter will do
I have sprouted from this fertile land
 
have felt the rain falling in big drops
upon the red-brown hot sand,
have smelt new life springing forth
from the wetness of rain, 
from the wetness of human seed
 
I have smelt the sulphur of blue-white thunder,
have experienced the wonder 
of seeing new seedlings bursting
right through the ground
 
and this continent of Africa
where the sun hangs
in a cobalt blue sky,
will as long as I am living
be home to me.

 



https://truml.com


print