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For my Land.

Submitted:Feb 19, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


100 mile long, 35 mile wide, such a tiny island

Where I was born and raised

Sugar cane fields every where...Yes, sugary memory!

Green mountains, crystal rivers and lakes,

Sun and shade

Swimming in warm beaches, hot salty breeze,

Still can feel the heat from sand beach

Burning my feet,

But it was good, mood of a youth...Aah!

The aroma, I smell,

At 9Am and 3 PM, hipnotizing fresh

Coffee aroma,

It would found you,one with the wind,

Boy! I did throw stones to my

Neighbors windows,

Hiding and laughing, denying bad behaviour,

No mama...I was a good boy today,

And she believed me

My Island, one flag-star-rise,

That's my tropical...Paradise!

By: Juli Monat

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