Saba
White and green gingerbread houses
With latticework of years gone by
Tiny old ladies sitting in their doorways
fingering fragile stitching
Verdant mountains gaurding hostile bays
Children's laughter echoing throught the air
Clouds billowing o'er tempestuous mountaintops
Moss covered stones protecting hidden fauna
Flowers galore with smiling facesflanking precarious roads
Fisherman bringing in his catch
While the sun still hides its' face
All around is beauty personified
And the feeling of time stood still permeates
To this, the land of my birthI shall someday return
with the hopes of peaceful dreams
At last
Ah Saba
My Unspoiled Queen!
Rosevina Halley
