NORTHERN HEART/TROPIC SKIES This tropic land is beauty's own With tumbling mountains, boundless skies Here colours riot, birds enchant And prodigal summer never dies. (My country's moods take long to know Her mountains ,rivers, lakes and plains Give nothing easily for life And struggle yields but modest gains.) Here palm trees sway a light ballet And breezes whisper through the cane; The sea itself but waltzes in Then lazily ebbs out again. (My country's sea snarls at her shores It bites and worries at the land. Her trees, deep-rooted, gnarled and tough With leafless boughs defiant stand.) This island drugs with sounds and scents Colours so rich the eye is lost Here life is offered as a gift And nature is a gracious host. (My country has its colours too --- Kaleidoscope of autumn leaves. And trees stark black against the snow, The sudden green which springtime weaves When all the naked branches show the miracle of life renewed. And brightly in the magic spring the sun shines gold And life is good. My country can be grey and harsh We laugh, relieved , when springtime comes Glad to be free for short respite From knifing winds and winter nights And frozen skies and rationed sun. My country's beautiful to seek. Rugged and harsh and stern and bleak. And mine.