We share their land
Everything is different
from flowers to Bees,
to Mango trees ,
the air we breathe,
Yellow, orange Butterflies
that grace the beach,
eating off a putrid Peach.
Out of reach
the wildlife screech.
And of the Seabirds
in the air
in the sea
the coloured fish,
I stare.
A quiet nature trail;
the Monkeys' swing
from their tails.
And in the wild
a crocodile
to make me smile!
(And very nervous
for a while!)
Coloured birds
sing a perfect tune;
back to front moon .
And almost soon
the rainy monsoon.
The sea is calm,
the sea is clear;
the trees of palm.
People full of charm!
Breezy and warm
despite a storm.
And of nocturnal creatures-
we'll be awake tonight
in hot Fahrenheit.
And to our delight
the creatures in the sand
crustaceans, reptiles, rodents
feed from our hands
and a reminder
that we share their land.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
14th June 2019
Everything is different
from flowers to Bees,
to Mango trees ,
the air we breathe,
Yellow, orange Butterflies
that grace the beach,
eating off a putrid Peach.
Out of reach
the wildlife screech.
And of the Seabirds
in the air
in the sea
the coloured fish,
I stare.
A quiet nature trail;
the Monkeys' swing
from their tails.
And in the wild
a crocodile
to make me smile!
(And very nervous
for a while!)
Coloured birds
sing a perfect tune;
back to front moon .
And almost soon
the rainy monsoon.
The sea is calm,
the sea is clear;
the trees of palm.
People full of charm!
Breezy and warm
despite a storm.
And of nocturnal creatures-
we'll be awake tonight
in hot Fahrenheit.
And to our delight
the creatures in the sand
crustaceans, reptiles, rodents
feed from our hands
and a reminder
that we share their land.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
14th June 2019
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