Treasure Island

Neela Nath


Long, Long, Long, Long Ago


Long, long, long, long ago,
There lived a man named Santiago
He loved to play his pipe day long,
By the rivulet and hill along.
The tune of the pipe filled the air,
Nature the listener, human a rare!
With its melody danced the trees,
The brooklet stopped going freeze.
The sky remained azure always,
The Sun could not withdraw his rays.
He had nothing to have there,
Squirrels cracked nuts to share.
The song birds singing moved around,
Keeping in pace with his lovely sound.
Happy was the man Santiago,
He lived there long, long ago.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, April 25, 2012

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(Away from the murky dull life, I want to stay there where Santiago lived)

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  • * Sunprincess * (1/1/2013 2:46:00 PM)

    i would have loved to live in his time era..
    with no electicity, phones or cars..sure it
    was alot of fun..Happy New Year's Day! (Report) Reply

  • Gautam Sen (5/5/2012 10:44:00 AM)

    Yet another poem of yours that moved me. Basically I'm a dire lover of nature and here you've painted a serene nature in your poetic canvas. So nice. (Report) Reply

  • Romeo Della Valle (4/27/2012 11:22:00 PM)

    I can swear that Santiago is really me in another time and place! I think I meet all his qualities except that I don't play any instrument, I just write poems and dance! Well Crafted write! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Romeo-NYC (Report) Reply

  • teal Sky (4/27/2012 10:50:00 PM)

    Happy is this guy.lives in his own world, plays pipe and nature plays along.he gives us a message, we don't need pots full of money to be happy, all we need is desire to be happy (and something we love to do-even though no one else likes it- so we don't end up doing bad things!) no one forces us to be sad or happy, it's what we choose to be. (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (4/26/2012 7:14:00 PM)

    Santiago, is the representative of the world of happiness.He loved to live a peaceful life amongst the objects of Nature, far from the madding crowd.With my all respect for you I'd like to say that, I went thru your poem, Solitude after getting your comment.But I found no similarity between these two poems, regarding theme, rhyme and the repeated pattern of sound. Not a single beat! (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (4/26/2012 7:56:00 AM)

    I have a question too. who is Santiago? , it is true neither you have copied me nor i have but my poem 'the solitude ' is identical. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (4/24/2012 3:30:00 PM)

    in the notes of the poem, would you please write down the address of Santiago......? ? ?
    :) (Report) Reply

  • Sharad Juneja (4/24/2012 2:47:00 PM)

    Now thats a welcome change a beautiful poem..Santi u will surely live for long long long long (Report) Reply

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