Sightseeing

Art By ©PT Russell 2020

Surrey driver feel the breeze Canting hooves on cobbled streets

Bay Street Nassau Downtown trot Keeping rhythm pulling cart

Handsome horse equine grace Earns his keep champion pace

Sunburned arms red as lobster Salt air streams into my nostrils

Bouncing springs squeak underfoot School boy selling papers shout

In the distance cruise ships peak Seaport closer at Potter’s Cay

Lignum Vitae national tree Shade the sidewalk watching me

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My Favorite Phillis Wheatley Poem

A Hymn to the Evening

Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main
The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain;
Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing,
Exhales the incense of the blooming spring.
Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes,
And through the air their mingled music floats.
Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread!
But the west glories in the deepest red:
So may our breasts with ev’ry virtue glow,
The living temples of our God below!
Fill’d with the praise of him who gives the light,
And draws the sable curtains of the night,
Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind,
At morn to wake more heav’nly, more refin’d;
So shall the labours of the day begin
More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin.
Night’s leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes,
Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.

by Phillis Wheatley