Ascension : TURTLE’S NEST
Submitted by The Islander (Nathan Prince) 04.01.2007 (Article Archived on 18.01.2007)

Hi, Recently I worked on Ascension and found myself writing poetry on situations I found myself in. Here’s one: see what you think!

Hi, Recently I worked on Ascension and found myself writing poetry on situations I found myself in. Here’s one: see what you think!

Yours sincerely, David McAllister

TURTLE’S NEST

Sitting outside the turtle’s nest,

With “six packs” nice and cold

With saints with halos nowhere in sight

The stories did unfold

They shot the breeze, we shot it back
That night was just pure gold

Relaxing and talking with the salt of the earth

My story must be told

 For never before have I felt so content

Amongst my company of brothers

I would only trade that place right now

For home but then no others

 But my problem you see, home’s so far away

And never again shall I be

At the turtle’s nest, shooting the breeze

Where speech is oh so free

 So for now my friends with memories stored

I’m content, I really must mention

At having had the honour of sitting with Saints

In Georgetown on Ascension

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