Weekend away
The weekend we will go
past Gordonsbay
to Rooiels
and when the morning sun
just shows its head
and appear like a round ball
we will pick up circular green shells
on the beach
and stand alone
next to the mighty ocean
and you will put your fingers
right through one
and turn it round and around
and on the rocks
we will drink
cups of Mega coffee
while the tide goes out
and waves hit spitting
over the brown rocks.
When the sun is up
we will drive to Gordonsbay
to get a take away meal
somewhere there
and you will look
at the forsaken phantom house
and I will tell you
stories of lost love
and people finding each other
even after being dead
and at the Strand
we will rollick
and throw Frisbee
and will try and sent
your kite up
and that weekend
will last a lifetime
where we rent a room
at a guesthouse
next to the sea.
poem by Gert Strydom
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