A Child's Bermuda Memories
So many years ago but some memories just don't fade.
This wondrous island I lived on is an adventure I'd not trade.
To see things now like I did then through wide and awe-swept eyes
would make me think of a bigger place yet it was a small size.
Twenty two square miles of beauty,coastline,rocky shore.
A biological station that was closed now and even more.
Where we lived a perfume factory used the passion flower.
That pungent fragrance carried through the air with so much power.
Little brother and I would run down to the cliffs below.
We'd search the horizon for ships with many goods in tow.
Deep-sea expeditions were carried out there too.
And not too far from our house was a wild safari zoo.
When we went in to St. George's town we'd wind up on the square.
It was fascinating to see the British selling their wares there.
Silks and jewelry,finest china,novelties of all kinds.
We learned to count in pounds and schillings and had to use our minds.
One day we moved back to the states but I really missed the island;
the cobalt skies and azure waters and crystalline pink sand.
It was a child's paradise with plenty of wonderful things to do.
Those memories have lasted a long time and will forever it's true!
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014
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