Quiet hamlet, I call home. Cirrus skyscape With abundance Of blue. Redwood friends Confiding to me, Their silent stories Of a century or more. Beaches magnificent In their repose, Beneath the history Below my feet. My delicate Bird-life friends, Sonorous in their greetings Of another tranquil Morning day Such elixir, My Trinidad Blue.
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