Campfire

Campfire The steady winds blows Across the sea to the land We were building a tent Right there on the sand The sun shines so bright With the most bluest sky And we would stop to look When the girls passes by It was five of us Frankie and Dost They both pass away now We five were very close And there was Dion Who lives next to me? And from across the street Me and my friend Cutty Almost every two weeks We would pick a beach to go And this week we choose To camp here in mayaro We were young and free And full of life’s desire We would talk of our dreams Smoking a joint by the campfire The stars were so bright With a beautiful full moon And we made a pot of soup But nobody brought a spoon Next day walking up the shore Meet a girl name Caroline That’s was so many years go But her face still lives in my mind She was with her sisters They were by a coconut tree Couldn’t take my eyes off her She just looks and smiles at me And every chance I got Would go to talk with her Can still feel the pain today when she leaves in father,s car We always go back to mayaro But I never saw her again And as I write this poem Till today can still feel the pain When you are young Your life is full of stories Some with your disappointments And some with your glories’ My friends dost and Frankie Died when I am in America Never reaching their dreams They wish for by the campfire Dion is a Rasta now Still lives in Trinidad Cutty spend a year in New York Then return because his kids were sad I always say if ever make it Big here in New York Will bring my friends and just Like the old days we will talk We use tell our dreams That we hope one day to aspire Five naive young friends Smoking a joint by the campfire Rest in peace my friends As I end this poem I know You’re by a campfire in heaven Talking bout the days in mayaro