Monday, April 16, 2012

Everyday Life as an Islander

I love living in my island PLACE,
We got no traffic jam, we move in mellow PACE
It takes a minute just to settle DOWN, I’ve got to jump into sea just to wash off the TOWN
You’ll never find me when I go back HOME because I’ll be deep in the ZONE and don’t answer my PHONE
I’m with my family on dusty ROAD because the burden of the city is a heavy LOAD
Every afternoon we see the sun SETTING telling stories of so very long ago, we not FORGETTING
We all together two or three GENERATION  and we really never care about your job or OCCUPATION
We going fishing or start up a FIRE, mother nature provides what we DESIRE
Everybody knows that since I was a BABY that living in my island home is what really made ME
I’m an island boy just visiting your TOWN, I’m just passing through I don’t plan to hang AROUND
I’m an island boy bare feet up on the GROUND, it’s natural living hearing natural SOUNDS
I’m an island boy I love my civil LIFE, I grow my own fruits in my PARADISE
I really love my island VIBE and I could relate to people who SIMPLIZE
But when I’m in the city walking the STREETS, I dream I was far away from all of this CONCRETE
With no more shirt and no more shoes on my FEET, I want to go back to my RETREAT
I love to chill by the ocean and feel the wind BLOW or put a seed in ground and watch my garden GROW
It’s air-condition when the trade wind BLOWS
Good time to fish in the sea BELOW
City life is always MOVING and MOVING
But island life is always CRUSING and CRUSING
City life is always RACING and RACING
But island life is always slow steady PACING
It’s supper time we hearing mama CALL
The less we have the more we have it ALL
We’re at the beach and not the shopping MALL
We giving praises when the rain will FALL
Before we eat we all say our GRACE
We love the way that mama’s cooking TASTE
And there’s no left all are gone to WASTE
I’m loving life in my island PLACE
If I was far away and I was DYING, I would die TRYING
To get back to my island home MARSHALL  ISLANDS
Island boy for LIFE
Living my civil LIFE
By: Clary Makroro, Jr

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