On the Tropics

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Life in a tropical climate. My mural "Lone Palm"

Submitted: January 02, 2020

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I shiver now and stoke the fire,

My warmth external, in this shire.

But, it never used to be, 

Because I lived down by the sea.

A tropical humid paradise,

The birds would sing in morning light,

Which warmed my face as I alight.

The palm trees swayed into the breeze,

That cooled it down, but never freeze.

My early morning fishing trips,

brought bounty to my life and lips.

The afternoon,  a humid haze,

I think I miss those younger days.

Where lizards crawled upon my screen,

And cockatoos by day were seen.

Then arvo gently turned to night,

Where on the sea were seen new lights.

Of fishermen who caught the shark,

And hung the jaws on stringy bark.

Yes I  still miss it, now and then

My tropical homeland when,

As just a boy I would play,

My tan increasing by the day.

Now old and white, I sit here waiting,

For this harsh winter, I am hating.

 

 


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