Sandra Robert


O Harrowed Isle

O harrowed isle, derelict and decaying
Your best minds forced to flee your shores
Empty are your shops, your stores
Pity the people who are suffering, staying
Will relief ever come to this enchanted isle
Where her beauty can still bewitch and beguile
Once the gorgeous gem of the Caribbean
Gateway to the New World ever shining
In radiant splendor, no thoughts of declining,

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