Across the road the veldt stretches out wide <br />where coucals calls to each other and peer around, <br />there are tree branches scratching against the window <br />and early in the morning the sun splashes on the floor <br />when weavers twitter in the branches, <br />while doves coo in the higher trees, <br />in the garden there is a red poppy <br />and I am moved by the scene. <br /> <br />From the kitchen comes the smell of baking rusks <br />where you stir the dough for bread, <br />the dog barks so loudly that my ears ring, <br />around your neck a golden necklace sparkles <br />with a pendant in the shape of a clover, <br />you smile as if you can take me along <br />to memories of a day in the hay <br />and I am moved by the scene.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/across-the-road-the-veldt-stretches-out-wide/
