The Trees of D'abadie
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Where sets the sun again
far from the din of Port of Spain
shadows fall on the plain.
And on that plain over I strode
when the wind its trees winnowed
up the old Eastern Main Road
Now in woodland D’abadie
in this land’s sport of kings I see
a ravage of a foregone glory.
Hitherto as a child and as a man
its rich memories my lifetime span
to long before its end began.
Where yon the stable gate
a man and his thoughts ruminate
upon his own mortal estate.
Verily I had hoped in years past
those trees on which my eyes cast
might live on and me outlast.
Oft I remember picking fruit
and standing on a big gnarly root
as an iguana up would shoot.
When back on sunrise trail I’d see
horse ‘n rider under a samaan tree
in saddlecloth and saddlery.
I miss on a hot wind’s blow
the rising pan and beating calypso
echo over Rancho Caballero.
When the sun blazed a big red sky
and roosts in the night to you and I
sung a tropic island lullaby.
In late porch light shimmer
the big sky grew dim and dimmer
and belfry trees did glimmer.
But now the trees make no sound
for none on this land can be found
but the felled on the ground.
Where stood a mare or cow
in the shade of a silk cotton bough
dozers now dig and plough.
It’s hard to watch and truly sad
to watch disappear things we had
once upon a time in Trinidad.
There is a price and a cost
alas of all the trees cut and tossed
and to this land forever lost.
But still yet remains in D’abadie
planted seeds of life and ancestry
in the roots of a family tree!
Written: January 2018
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
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