Committed

Before the drought I loved this land From North to South And every sand The mountains high The serried trees The azure sky And fragrant breeze Poincianna flame Lime Kiln burning The children's game Maypole turning And morning sport Sweet pots boiling Ships in the port Fish net drawing I love canoes beached On littered sand The sermons preached By mother's hand The flowers do fade And grass dries now So there's no shade From guango bough But the rains again Will swell the breast And milk staunch pain And hope finds rest I wait for the kiss Of morning come Sweet tongue of mist Love is our sum.