In a country of wild dreams
and coconut trees
I spent my younger days…
the sound of the ocean filled with waves
and breezy, starry nights fit to gaze
made me a slave to my wanderlust ways…
In a country of beauty unseen
and rice fields of neon green
I spent my younger days…
the sun kissed the roads filled with asphalt & sand
every February brought sounds of steel pan
as crapo filled up the night with his song
stories of Anansi traveled far and long
echoes of them resonate past daydreams
spirits stirred in untouched cane fields
and breezy, stellar nights fit to gaze
made me a slave to my wanderlust ways…
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