THE SEA OVER THE HORIZON SON OF SAINT LUCIA
Upon the cliffs overlooking the bay of Micoud I sat daily looking yonder
Far in the distance I could see ships sailing the peaceful waters of the Caribbean
I knew someday I too would drift away from my native shore to a land beyond
Then it hit me thinking out loud is there dry land and what is on the other side.
He had not move from this his native shore but was willing to venture with the tide
His schooling had taught him of faraway lands, but he refuses the notion to share
Other nations different colors living alongside each other were scattered all there
Looking yonder beyond the horizon was as far as he could fathom yet all seems bare
Sea gulls flew in the near distance in open air but day after day he sat upon the same rock
He knew that his parent had travel far to London and not to see the queen boy that sucks
He heard himself saying land ahead, but it was not to be. The bay looks larger than life itself
The concepts of world population had not gotten to grips with his thinking, his world revolvers only as far as he could see.
For now, he was satisfied with what he could see and dismiss the notion of ever leaving this heavenly Island land of endless beauty.
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