On guard duty
On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
walking up and down
almost in a march.
On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
the wet earth smells fresh
and somewhere a tent flaps in the wind.
On guard duty I hear boots crunch,
walking up and down.
poem by Gert Strydom
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