Saturday, June 25, 2016

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AMATEURS CROSSING THE WATERS
“Look a baby turtle”; we cranes our necks, to catch a glimpse
The pirouge plunges through the great waters
In our quest to get to another, having left one island
Islands all our own, the largest we call
Trinidad and Tobago
We are sailing, where pirates once plundered
Where pioneers once dreamed of golden cities
Where Crusoe crossed, shipwrecked, to meet his Man Friday
Where Shakespeare summoned his Caliban and tempestuous waters
We are sailing under guided hands
Azure skies, with whispered prayers in daring hearts
For we are merely amateurs
Neither Mermaids, Sirens, or Sylphs
AMATEURS CROSSING THE WATERS © gillena cox 2016

Revisit
Chacachacare Saturday


I am the prompter today at 'imaginary garden with real toads' visit to see the responses to this prompt
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

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Don't leave before listening to this Trinidad Calypso 'If Trinidad is a Boat'