Years go by and never come back Nostalgia hangs its flowery noose around our neck, the perfumes of the past The welcome to the old travellers of time, the seafaring halcyons But the light has grown dimmer as we wait in vain on the shore For the great white sails of hope to appear over […]
The sun rises burning like a bright flame Sugarloaf and sweet tropical breeze High above in the sky the early birds fly Petrels or halcyons of old seafarer legends The heat will soon dissolve the hazy fogs Leaving the tall cumulus white towers To stand guard over the horizon Photo Hugh Ardoin The America Gallery