The Vantage Point Poem by Gert Strydom

In plantations of emerald green pine trees
I am looking for the spirit of man
and try to find some serenity,
and on that knoll halfway up the hill
above me the peaks
of the black-grey Helderberg mountain
leap like pointed tooth
high into the air.

At the bottom far off houses, cars and men
in Somerset West are smaller than kids toys,
but farther still the ivory white beaches
of the Strand and Gordon’s Bay
meet the aquamarine sea
and the ocean the cobalt blue sky.