Fruits of Labour
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Fruits of Labour
Sometimes I dream
Where I would like to be.
Far from nitty, gritty chores;
Enjoying fruits of labour,
Feeling the ocean breeze
Breezing over me.
Happy and nonchalant,
Swaying in my hammock;
On a shore of golden sand
On a South Pacific Island.
(Que ce soit ma maison.)
And let this be my paradisium
Distances from criticism
On the beaches of Tahiti,
With a tiare behind my ear.
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Notes:
1) “Que ce soit ma maison” is a French phrase which translates into English “Let this be my home”.
2) “Tahiti” (Rising Sun) is the largest island in the French Polynesia, and its capital is Papeete.
3) The “Tiare” is Tahiti’s national flower.(Behind the right ear signals single and available while behind the left ear indicates married or dating.)
Copyright © Dennis Spilchuk | Year Posted 2023
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