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On one stormy winter morning

On one stormy winter morning,
I walked along Blouberg’s beach
and out of the soft falling rain
a figure on a horse appeared
coming out of the fog
and riding from the sea
to land.

The waves crushed with
all their might,
but nothing could touch
that rider and its horse.

There was more
than a mere man
and animal locked to that scene
and shallow water
hanged in a spray
and wet sand and seaweed
flew away
when the hooves
found solid ground.

Just for a moment
the horseman looked me in the eye
and integrity and bravery
was etched deep
into his face.

I could hear the great horse breathing
before they turned
and with speed
went back into the sea,
where far away
the mast of a sinking sailing ship
went up and down
in enormous waves.

[Reference: The heroic story of Wolraad Woltemade.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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