I must go to the bush again

I must go to the bush again
and for a time be free,
from the inward chill
of the big city
and the emptiness
that life among strangers brings.

I must go to the bush again
and see the baobab trees,
frame against the setting sun
and know that somehow
the Almighty One
cares about everyone and me.

I must go to the bush again
and watch the wild buck,
drink from a stream
and see the crocodiles slide
into back into the water
and find the tranquillity
that nature brings.

I must go to the bush again
and give a prayer
and to find solace there,
from a world
that’s totally out of control.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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