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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=400122" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When Days Get Long</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When summer days get extremely long<br>the sky becomes a much deeper hue, <br>a myriad of birds fill the cobalt blue, <br>constantly singing their gorgeous song</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is as if everything do belong<br>to the coming spring, are singing true<br>like some beautiful birds and insects do, <br>while colourful swarming in their great throng</div><div style="margin:10px 0">over the gentle meadow and the valley<br>filling the tranquil grey evening sky<br>softly singing a sweet kind of medley<br>while in jubilance they still do fly<br>over fields of hay and fields of barley, <br>sunny day after sunny day pass by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sunny day after sunny day pass by<br>with almost a kind of smothering heat<br>the fields, the open veldt and dirt road lie<br>far to hot to tread with just bare feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everything shimmers, the poplars that rears<br>like huge fingers pointing to the sun, <br>massive broad oak trees of many years<br>and grass and flowers where life has just begun </div><div style="margin:10px 0">glitters in a new emerald green sheen, <br>the wind rustles things touching one by one<br>as if finding things where there had not been, <br>between huge black boulders rocks and stone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sun blazes on every day the same, <br>I see the sun making wings of hot flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the sun making wings of hot flame<br>on the few white clouds in dazzling colours<br>and in the west there are some small wild game <br>drinking water while the evening hours</div><div style="margin:10px 0">brings the white and blue stars out dazzling clear<br>with night predators in the pitch black sky<br>and some more wild game are drawing near, <br>I hear the hyenas laughing, wild dogs cry, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the growls of lions, the howling of jackals, <br>I get the smells of the earth and the bush, <br>I hear some leopards growling, their calls <br>that are where they are lying in ambush, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at night the predators are hunting prey, <br>making a living in the dying day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Making a living in the dying day <br>swarms of birds fly calling with flapping wings<br>poplars, cedars and many trees do sway<br>while the twilight is grey, full of life, brings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if by some magic, all at play<br>flying leaves, bats insects and flying things<br>with a few that lonesome away stray, <br>most are flying to nests in trees that swings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and eventually places of rest receives<br>the many small things that are fluttering, <br>the wind settles among the moving leaves, <br>the numerous evening birds start to sing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">until the full moon shines its silver rays, <br>when night fades slowly as on other days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When night fades slowly as on other days, <br>man is still bound by nature and destiny<br>to the world in which he works and plays<br>as it probably will be to eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The yellow sun, the cobalt blue heaven<br>is like it has been from its very birth<br>with its joyous bright splendour even<br>like any other day upon this earth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but a time will come when man will be free<br>from all death and all kinds of destruction<br>from heartache, the sorrows that he see<br>with a new amazing introduction</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to a place that’s holy, pure and bright; <br>now suddenly it is silver twilight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now suddenly it is silver twilight<br>and the sheer darkness of night flees away<br>before the coming new breaking day<br>with the blazing sheer redness of sunlight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">constantly reflecting against the bright<br>unclouded sky open in its solid grey<br>with the red blossoming as if its to stay<br>and in the veldt guinea fowl flees in fright</div><div style="margin:10px 0">while a small jackal laughs out its delight<br>and the few milling dark clouds do stray<br>before a strong wind as if in spite<br>and through bushes and grass rocking it plays<br>churning up eddies before going out of sight<br>while the hot sun rises with its golden rays.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the hot sun rises with its golden rays, <br>you come from a country where rivers meander<br>where the rain sieves down for many days<br>where some beautiful wild birds do wander</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in lush overgrown tranquil water-meadows, <br>far away from the busy big city, <br>filled with thick green living hedgerows<br>where many bright wild flowers are pretty</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but I still do wonder what you will see<br>in a land where vicious savage beasts<br>have no civility and do roam free<br>where the natives have very weird feasts, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">where the flaming sun does spare no one, <br>when summer days get extremely long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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When summer days get extremely long
the sky becomes a much deeper hue, 
a myriad of birds fill the cobalt blue, 
constantly singing their gorgeous song

it is as if everything do belong
to the coming spring, are singing true
like some beautiful..."></div>
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