Source:
Adults
Author:
Aston Campbell
Title:
Anchovy Bay.
Me just sittin' here in early morning. Alone in me house in London town. Thinkin' 'bout you. Vexing me up bad as the rain come down. How are things over there, in Anchovy bay today? Sometimes I wish I never left. But you didn't stop me. So what can I say? Does the sun still shine on the shanty town? Do the tropical winds still blow your driftwood fencing down? Are the dancehall queens still struttin' around? I remember the airplanes, flying in low over Port of Spain. My dream was always to be on one as it flew away. So now I is long time gone. But I think sometimes, of your voice and your laughter, and I speak your name. Do the weeds still grow tall in your little backyard? While you cook up a stew, and wipe away the tears amongst the sighs of a life so hard. Does laughter still drift on the evening breeze? Generated by the old men cheating at cards. Sometimes I think about us. Early morning and late night. Y'know,my ambition got me, got the better of us both. My big idea didn't turn out right. So now I is stuck and trapped. We are so far apart and I got no way back.
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