Broad sun-stoned beaches. <br /> <br />White heat. <br />A green river. <br /> <br />A bridge, <br />scorched yellow palms <br /> <br />from the summer-sleeping house <br />drowsing through August. <br /> <br />Days I have held, <br />days I have lost, <br /> <br />days that outgrow, like daughters, <br />my harbouring arms.<br /><br />Derek Walcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midsummer-tobago/
