Treasure Island

Buxton Shippy

(7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

My Children


One is old enough to bat;
Two are learning still.
It's prime time now;
And Time is fading.

A lesson to be taught,
For each moment spent;
Saplings to be watered,
Oak growing strong.

Tangible legacies scant;
Immutable principles abounding.
Weigh each word spoken,
Seal eye-gates with locks.
Calculate each twist taken;
Order each turn with rocks.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Edited: Thursday, August 07, 2014

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