The sun carresses this granite isle <br />Where quietness rules the day. <br />The other world is sometimes grim, <br />here we smile, it is the Seychelles way. <br /> <br />Morne Seychellois stands tall, touching his cloud <br />Guarding, watching, massive and proud. <br />While flying foxes, sea birds, giant tortoises roam <br />Making this peaceful green island their home. <br /> <br />Red earth roads scurry through verdant hills <br />Clinging to mountains with desperate wills. <br />Sometimes destroyed by furious rains, <br />Making cataracts where there are no drains. <br /> <br />In Victoria, the Cathedral clock strikes twice at noon <br />Reminding time – move on, slowly, well soon! <br />Why hurry, there’s time to do what is to be done <br />And time goes slower if you stand, so much quicker if you run. <br /> <br />We trade with the world, who know not quite where we are <br />Vanilla, salt fish, green snails, beche de mer, copra <br />Go to far distant lands with a skilled sailors ease, <br />In schooners creaking slowly through fickle green seas. <br /> <br />Praslin Island is not too far away <br />The Garden of Eden, General Gordon did say <br />With the Coco de Mer in the Valley de Mai <br />Black parrots, peace and the silence of creation day <br /> <br />No airstrip yet intrudes and defiles <br />These untouched, unique, so, so beautiful isles. <br />Though there will be one soon, I’ver heard them say <br />Sadly, progress will change the quiet Seychelles way<br /><br />Terry Brewer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-from-the-seychelles-islands/
