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Liz Ward Poem
FREEDOM
This mass of land, created from the amalgamation of two
Stood alone as the most eastern Caribbean island in view
Embedded with coral and volcanic ash, her strength
A peaceful place to inhabit and explore at length
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The onset of tragedy lingered, with the Colonisation of old
As the Brits sought their heritage and desired a foothold
This peaceful land beyond, was never to be
A sanctuary for innocence nor tranquility
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Across the treacherous seas they sailed
Complete with cargo of Settlers and Slaves entailed
To till the land for sugar cane, cotton and tobacco fields
Never to accede below the demanded yields
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For eons the Masters dominated the sugar trade
Reaping from the backs of the weary and unpaid
They ruled the downtrodden with relentless fear
Until spoke that death of reign was near
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The unforgiving natural disasters took its toll
Leaving this precious land with nothing more
To take, to trade or yield again
Save the memory of inhumane pain
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Exodus from the fields agone, made way
For education and the hunt for insurgence at bay
Abolition, rebellion and emancipation ensued
And this beloved land, Barbados was liberated prelude
"FREEDOM"
(Barbados gained internal independence from the British Monarchy in 1966)
By: Liz Ward
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Liz Ward Poem
A Caribbean Morn
I watch as the sun comes in gracefully
like the opening of a hibiscus, waiting to bloom.
As the aurora radiates above the trees
black birds flock, blotting the dawning skies;
constantly perched looking out, like soldiers
guarding the never ending shoreline.
Golden rays prance across the rippling deep
as flying fish skim the salty surface.
The tide is low this morn, leaving
sea treasures scattered ashore
like gifts imparted by the unknown.
Giant turtles glide under the ocean's summit,
granting a glimpse of the endangered out there.
Here comes the early sea bathers, the elderly
holding hands wading out in the shallow blue.
Loud din from the fisher-folk rising from afar
Soon boats will launch and calm will return
to the peaceful and tranquil morn, when
I can hear the rustling of the bladed orchestra
swaying to the beat of the cool island breeze.
This is the start of a Caribbean Morn.
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Written by: Liz Ward
June 30th, 2016
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For My Mother
Although you are not here with me today, Mom
On quiet nights, I sometimes remember
How you held my hand and led the way
Those past years never to be forgotten
When I was lost, your words of encouragement
Guided me to the narrow path of fulfillment
And now that I am grown, I look back
To see you, Mom, my Knight in shining armor
When times were hard, you fought your misty eyed tears
How difficult it must have been to hide your most inner fears
And even though you needed love and comforting too
Your sacrifices were for me, unselfish and without thought of you
You taught me to never give up, always be myself each day
To follow my dreams, not letting anything stand in my way
I will try my best but you know it's not easy for me, Mom
To follow in your footsteps, but I'll never let you down
And now that you are no longer here for me to say
I look upon my children with the hope that someday,
They can understand why I often look at the stars for you,
An Angel, still guiding and forever watching over us too
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Gone But Not Forgotten
I thank you Mom!
By: Liz Ward
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ENVY
Swimming in the deep
Sharks circling in green waters
Waiting for a cramp
Written By: Liz Ward
July 22nd 2016
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My Blessing
She's my first born, now seven years old
A child with so much love to share
Her pure heart was worth the pain first endured
Treasured memories to have and forever hold
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A special Blessing, this precious child is to me
Her birth has changed my life forever
As each day passes, I more clearly see
How lucky we are to have her, a part of our family
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She has her father's smile that brightens her face
And a carefree charm that gets her her own way
If only I could share this feeling of gratitude and content
With all those who need their own blessing someday
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Rain
downpour
wash away
the long dry spell
Earth's dull without a pot of gold rainbow
Drought is approaching nearing our front door
life on the line
don't delay
hurry
Rain
Come
I smell
heat lifting
living sustained
Dancing in the wet with a humble cry
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FRIENDS
As the days go by, and another year ends
It's comforting to know that you still have Friends
Waiting, willing and always there to lend a hand
Through thick or thin in any way they can
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True for some while others are not
A hope for trusted Friends in all the ones you've got
Together you'll face the ups and downs of life ahead
Grateful for the support from those in good stead
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A Friend is someone you can count on
To be there when everyone else has gone
If you are lucky to have found one tried and true friend
Hold on tight and build a relationship that could never end
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Be a Friend to someone in need today
Reach out and touch them; show them that you care
And someday when you really, really need a friend
You'll then know how much you were appreciated for just being there
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By: Liz Ward
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SANCTUARY
Heavy lids closing
darkness clouding over now
haven the weary
Written By:Liz Ward
July 16th 2016
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Predator
Waiting for a fool
watching with those beady eyes
ready for your move
Written By: Liz Ward
July 10th 2016
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My Special Gift
It's hard to see my life without my son
He's just three and already has a personality
My heart is full, just having him around
This child, a Special Gift of mine
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His young character, a demanding and passionate one
The innocent questions, the changing facial expressions
A thank you or a good night kiss
Warms my heart, this Special Gift of mine
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The sounds of laughter and the patter of little feet
Fill our home with the richness of hope
That life's special moments will always include
A lifetime of memories with this Special Gift of mine
By: Liz Ward
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