Along the dusty road

we watch the fields

where seeds have been sowed

and where gardens have been rowed.

Yellow, blue, pink, orange, red

colours blended and interbred

further and further we drive

to still see more succulent flowers thrive.

Succulent to the thirsty flittering bees

in little swarms, searching for their mid-day teas

pleasantly, we continue to drive through the dusty road

with our hats and sunshades on

while the glimmering sun pours its dazzling

pelting rays down on.

Now, we begin to see the fruit trees

laden and luscious, as we begin to smell the seas

mouth watering, dripping fruits to nip our taste buds, 

as we stop to beg some

and they bring baskets a-hurry to give

as they tell in toothy smiles, this is

the way to live.

It is time, we have neared the seas

its salty smell purging our nostrils

makes us weak to our knees

rushing, hypnotising waves belting the shores

again and again

and we prayed that God would keep away the rain

the engine of the car has been put to sleep

as we prepare for the sea to end our weep

of long, long years in the icy, wintry snow

where wooden limbs and hands were made

as we tossed our mindless brains to and fro.

The change is good, as we bathe and lust

the waters, as we sensously ride the rising waves

just for starters

then we shall take the boat out deep

us two alone, while the waves begin to gently sleep.

Ships pass us by

aeroplanes fly the sky

and soon, we were on our way

to end the start of a beautiful day.

Copyright. Lorna J Knox nee Ramsamugh