|Interim "Traveller's Restaurant" (post old "Traveller's Rest")|
by Fay Knowles
(Written in a “moment of passion” on our way home
from the old "Traveller’s Rest" a few years ago!)
Sometimes I yearn for other shores
Where book stores and libraries abound
And everything is clean and tidy.
I see the litter beneath our rustling palms
And hear about another shooting…..drugs.
Then we stop to eat at Traveller’s Rest
On the western shores of
Waitress Iris hugs us.
A Bahamian gal greets her brothers.
Kisses them……family love.
We walk to our car on the edge of the sea -
The sea shimmering in natural night light.
The sky still red. And I want to stay.
Picture my house on top of a hill
In Long Island,
No crime. No litter. Just peace.
Tranquillity, white beaches, blue water
Writing on my laptop
From my balcony with an ocean view.
I do not leave. I stay………..