Here's a poem written for inclusion in my new book - " Ocean Dreams" due out shortly.
It was inspired by laying at anchor in the Bank Line ships at Point Fortin, Trinidad. It's early dawn, and the barges with the bitumen drums are beginning to approach as the sun rises......
Ode to a Trinidad Dawn
Walking slowly on the deck,
The ship all still and anchored deep,
A dawn begins its magic charm,
As nature wakens from deep sleep.
Shimmering light across the water
As the coolness starts to turn,
Plopping birds making ripples,
And the peeking Sun begins to burn.
The spell is cast for some moments
The feeling of a reverent hush,
There’s something mystic in the air,
And calm before the daily rush.