Gert Strydom


The farmer (cavatina)


(after Guy Butler)

On the sandstone veranda I saw him
withered, old,
the master of thousands of acres of veldt,
it was quite cold
that early morning and through seasons of rain, drought
he stood quite bold;
a world of summers, winters he did love,
from an earth of grey shale he could not move.

[Reference: “Farmer” by Guy Butler.]



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