THE LAST PLACE TO BE FREE

The last place to be free,

An island in the sea

Perfect moments to explore,

Wide horizons shore to shore

Heaven suspended in inner space,

Magnificent splendour of sea’s embrace

Man’s minutiae and life’s agitations,

Set aside by nature’s persuasions

The unhurried days, the stillness of the night,

The brightening dawn, the dazzling light,

The drifting tides, the running seas,

The scattering birds, the stiffening breeze,

The swooping, speeding birds that fly

And rise unbidden with a cry

Freedoms won and freedoms gained,

In serene contemplation of life sustained

On far flung shores that reach the sky,

Answering humanities plaintiff cry

The last place to be free,

Living with nature in harmony

BY

MARY CECIL