The uprooted
O Haiti, far from your shores
The Uprooted
Far from your shores
O Haiti, I find myself
Far from my beloved homeland
Exiled, disorientated, I feel locked up
Under a grey and gloomy sky
A vengeful climate
The one that got the better of General Toussaint Louverture
I am inextricably chained
How much longer can I hold out?
How long will it take to find
My peaceful hamlet of Campêche?
Where my sweet mother rests!
The tumults that beset you, O my unforgettable homeland
Do nothing to take away the sweetness you bring
The opulence granted by other skies
Is but a pittance compared to your blessings
About the Creator
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When We Were Very Young
In another box set that my parents got me when I was younger contained four books by A.A. Milne. 'When We Were Very Young' is a collection of poems that Milne wrote for his son Christopher Robin. This is a book that is full of references to Mr. Edward Bear, but a lot of the poems give some various descriptions of life of a very young child and where, when, how and why they do what they do. The illustrations are quite cute for you can see what Christopher Robin is and may be thinking. Also, Pooh Bear does make his self-known at various points. I have read these verses many, many times over the years and each time make me feel good about myself.
By Mark Grahama day ago in Critique
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