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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Where sets the sun again far from the din of Port of Spain shadows fall on the plain. And on that plain over I strode when the wind its trees winnowed up the old Eastern Main Road Now in woodland D’abadie in this land’s sport of kings I see a ravage of a foregone glory. Hitherto as a child and as a man its rich memories my lifetime span to long before its end began. Where yon the stable gate a man and his thoughts ruminate upon his own mortal estate. Verily I had hoped in years past those trees on which my eyes cast might live on and me outlast. Oft I remember picking fruit and standing on a big gnarly root as an iguana up would shoot. When back on sunrise trail I’d see horse ‘n rider under a samaan tree in saddlecloth and saddlery. I miss on a hot wind’s blow the rising pan and beating calypso echo over Rancho Caballero. When the sun blazed a big red sky and roosts in the night to you and I sung a tropic island lullaby. In late porch light shimmer the big sky grew dim and dimmer and belfry trees did glimmer. But now the trees make no sound for none on this land can be found but the felled on the ground. Where stood a mare or cow in the shade of a silk cotton bough dozers now dig and plough. It’s hard to watch and truly sad to watch disappear things we had once upon a time in Trinidad. There is a price and a cost alas of all the trees cut and tossed and to this land forever lost. But still yet remains in D’abadie planted seeds of life and ancestry in the roots of a family tree! Written: January 2018
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