Trinidad the Place, I Call Home:
How I long to see the sunrise,
How I thirst for the ocean.
My feet weary,
My eyes tired,
My soul weakens.
Oh mother nature!
Once so kind to me,
When you bore me
Upon thee earth
No better place,
No better haven.
Sweet melodies,
Cheerful laughter,
Children playing,
Steel band rehearsing.
Trinidad the place of my birth
Childhood memories
That cannot be erased
Friendship formed,
Bonds unbroken,
Time frozen.
Copyright © Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2011
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