Sugar bush I want you

Sugar bush I want you
sounds magically from the
alfalfa field

where small blue flowers
are between the green
and a sweet smell
rise in my nose

and the sky is bright blue
as if summer
is holding a festival,

but it’s your deep blue eyes
that draws my glance
and your blond curls
hanging out beneath
your straw hat.

Maybe I have to tell more
about a boy and a girl
meeting each other
in the alfalfa field,
but everyone already knows
where these words go...

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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