‘The Last Place to be Free’
The last place to be free,
An island in the sea
Perfect moments to explore,
Wide horizons shore to shore
Heaven suspended in inner space,
Magnificent splendour of sea’s embrace
Man’s minutiae and life’s agitations,
Set aside by nature’s persuasions
The unhurried days, the stillness of the night,
The brightening dawn, the dazzling light,
The drifting tides, the running seas,
The scattering birds, the stiffening breeze,
The swooping, speeding birds that fly,
And rise unbidden with a cry
Freedoms won and freedoms gained,
In serene contemplation of life sustained
On far flung shores that reach the sky,
Answering humanities plaintiff cry
The last place to be free,
Living with nature in harmony
Mary Cecil
The last place to be free,
An island in the sea
Perfect moments to explore,
Wide horizons shore to shore
Heaven suspended in inner space,
Magnificent splendour of sea’s embrace
Man’s minutiae and life’s agitations,
Set aside by nature’s persuasions
The unhurried days, the stillness of the night,
The brightening dawn, the dazzling light,
The drifting tides, the running seas,
The scattering birds, the stiffening breeze,
The swooping, speeding birds that fly,
And rise unbidden with a cry
Freedoms won and freedoms gained,
In serene contemplation of life sustained
On far flung shores that reach the sky,
Answering humanities plaintiff cry
The last place to be free,
Living with nature in harmony
Mary Cecil