Come Now To Flankers
Come now to Flankers with me
And down through the dripping woods
And out to Providence pastures free
Where burnt sugarcane odor floods
From swamp to sea
Walk slowly, walk slowly
That you may hear the nightingale
Smell flowers on the dale
And feel grass cuddle your feet
Wrapped in a green delicious sheet.
Come now to Flankers with me
And sit with us, Flankers and I
By the blue and lolling sea
Where the white spray brims the eye
Let it flow down your cheek
In the silence do not speak
Clouds must paint their memories where
She stood beside a canoe bow
Counting her pence, buying fish there
Among the vacant footprints now.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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