Tell me you who'd stand <br />Instead of run <br />It's plain to see, you're not to blame <br />Tell me my little one <br />Who was who left you there? <br />On the path of the hurricane <br /> <br />Tell me sad-eyed pale young boy <br />Who was born in the land of the sugarcane <br />Where it is rare, the hot sun <br />Where it is redounded, the soft rain <br />Who was who left you there? <br />On the path of the hurricane <br /> <br />Underneath the sad grey sky <br />We shared a fire <br />I spoke your name <br />The plain like a sea in calm <br />And the sun it seemed so ashamed <br />The sound of the fire <br />Such a balm <br />To our brain <br />Tell me my little one <br />Who was who left you there? <br />On the path of the hurricane<br /><br />Albert Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-path-of-the-hurricane/
