A time traveller so enthused about his crash landing in the year 2024 decides to inscribe his presence in the hymn of eternity, he writes:
I will sing praises to pioneers and present-day celebrations. and I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss; so everyone will know the truth about badjohn fights and hooligan days, discarded oil drums and pan sticks.
Tag the page Trinidad and Tobago; Caribbean, a space tiny and unassuming. Assuming that the lines will also word the sweet sounds of steelpan music soaring so vast and wide that the world can all stand together and applaud at the same time. 'Oh Happy Day'.
For it's no longer a paragraph one scenario. I'ts now about energy, passion, respect. A culture realized and searchable. Then he down his quill to have a good last look around.
[i wrote 'Pan Soar' late 1900's. It was first published at my website Patch Work at the cover page in 2001. However, i lost this website. Pan Soar i also had printed on gift mugs and it was too, published in an anthology by poetry.com.]
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