Keith D Trestrail Poet Lyric

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Ramblings of Home

I travelled back to a distant sun and moon
  upon the two isles in the Caribbean Sea -
from the dry in March to the rains in June
  to fill of the red rum and guava jelly.

Back to tread island sands in timeless change
  and gaze on peaks and valleys for dear sake -
over El Cerro del Aripo high on the range
  to the mud volcano and black Pitch Lake.

To follow my footsteps and its drumbeats 
  and walk the lanes and hedgerows of old time.
Where as a boy we played in the streets -
  from St Clair Ave to Tragarete Road we’d lime
and over wall and fence and tree did climb.
  
Back to where old flying boats in Staubles Bay
  last flew its sunlit skies from sea to shore - 
where over deep gulf and reef dives the osprey
  and Admiral Nelson sailed his man o’ war.

Out of Scotland Bay under calm wind and sail 
  to crystal pool blue grotto caves in Gasparee,
and catch a pirogue on long adventure trail
  past the old island penal and leper colony.

To follow my footsteps and its drumbeats
  and walk the lanes and hedgerows of old time.
Where as a boy we played in the streets –
  from St Clair Ave to Tragarete Road we’d lime
and over wall and fence and tree did climb.
          


             Written: September 1996

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