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Far I have travelled to a distant moon
upon the two isles over land and sea,
from the dry in March to the rains in June
and fill of the red rum and a roti.
To tread the lost sands and not feel it strange
and gaze on peaks and valleys for old sake -
El Cerro del Aripo on the range
to the Devil’s Woodyard and black Pitch Lake.
In calm wind and sail out of Scotland Bay
to clear blue grotto caves of Gasparee,
and deep spear fishing when night becomes day
beyond Huevos and Chacachacare.
To walk the streets and hedgerows of old time
past each corner and each tree we did climb.
Written: September 1996
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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