The Battered Trail

The morning starts with a sudden glow and without warning the wind began to blow, running down the beaten path howling and growling and pulling up the grass; it ripped through the mangrove tree barking out roots and turning over trees, and the river began to swell and the stagnant water in the creeks washes all over the street. It is one of those days when I hope that something positive would happen to me but I am feeling twisted and bend just like the swaying trees barley holding to its branch with a powerful force of courage in my feet and hope kept pushing me along. I dragged my weary body along the battered trail hoping to sing a brand-new song but the lyrics were not there and my heart began to fear. Lightning flashes through the trees and thunder rolls over the hill and the rocks began to give way and the mountain began to crumble, everything on the hill began to fall apart and water saturates the earth and mud and water starts gushing out the hill. The occupants had gone away and only the memory of what is there lie naked and bare. I kept moving around but the breeze kept ripping through the town and debris keeps launching like missiles in the air targeting the crowded town. A sudden feeling in my stomach start reeling in my gut and my mouth starts to spring up water and below the hill the farm animals start racing through the bushes and the dam breaks and washes them all away. The mad river rushes through the city taking everything in its path, houses and man, market and towers all went down in less than an hour, there was no sign of life in the street; brown water covers the town and everything stood still, it is twenty years ago when destiny flow and life was not the same in True Blue Grenada. Come let me show you the battered trail beneath the rail, it is dejavu again and I am alive and well but life is not the same again.