Treasure Island

Elia Michael


The British Base


It is such a beautiful place
Unspoilt land on the British Base
I love to walk upon its tracks
Unhurried and not in a race

I see fields all dried up with cracks
Lots of empty potato sacks
The sun is not yet in full power
It will soon cut through like an axe

But at that hot and searing hour
I will have returned from the tower
Where lazy lizards will sun bask
By the stones and cyclamen flower

It is not an arduous task
To walk, and I don’t need a mask
My smile is real in case you ask
In this beauty I too can bask

Submitted: Sunday, April 20, 2014
Edited: Sunday, April 20, 2014

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