My son is in the driver seat. We are going towards the Oueens Park Savannah. Once there the Botanical Gardens is on our left and The Savannah on our right. It's the month of June, so the Poui lining the perimeter are hushed in green, Oh,but Flamboyants also called Gulmohar, wow! these trees are showing off so much.
blossoming in flames
red/orange of Flamboyants
for miles around
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A CROWDED CANOPY
Dropstop the bird songs
They twitter on and on
As if the dawn were their platformstage
Who told them to singtwitter
Witholding butterflysundaes
Under a crayonscrawled canopy
Called sky
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YOU AND ME
We friends know each other's language,
You say hello i offer a guage,
Of your mood and the scent of sage,
Drifting into my cage,
Coming from your kitchen, age
Old altar of skillful mage
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QUADRILLE - LIGHT
By light of sky's dawn
I pocket my yawn
Drag one plastic chair onto the lawn
I have no desire to be a fawn
The say it will be a supermoon
Were i in love i would swoon
For some, love ends too soon.
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And; ah likyting likyting likyting,
That's how the whole thing start,
Then the tuning and the styling,
Now steelpan is world class.
III - Doubles
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Quadrille String
You plucked the strings of my heart
Carrying a tune like apples in a cart
Ruddy and fragrant and appetizing
Ours was a melody oh so enticing
Days meandered into weeks without dread
Time took its own path on a journey
so well tread
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Green Fold
Moisture absorbing earth, a reward of green;
Cultivars and wild ones rejoicing,
Ensuing a vibrant luscious scene;
Carpeting with a few colour pop ups,
Meadowing, variety to a reward of green;
The colour of trees unassuming,
Unfruited, unflowered, undemanding mein,
Green as grass, green of leafy trees,
The mountains verdant where clouds stop to glean,
Essences of scenes at greening,
Cooling relaxing the eye is, a reward of green.
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An Autumn Fold
What have i heard of Autumn?
Leaves fall, they bare the trees.
What is this Season's anthem?
Colours! brown, orange, red, and
Yellows too; i 've heard of Autumn.
Some poets mourn, some celebrate;
Meeker morns are a humdrum,
But the berry’s cheek is plumper,
Don't lose hope, or hit rock bottom,
Though now the rose is out of town,
Ah, the sentiments i've heard of Autumn
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