My Madeira.

1. Good Morning My Friends
   This morning the weather not sure what's its doing
   So far bright day, there's a breeze amongst the trees
   as they dance and sway, in the wind.
   
   that's when one wishes, for the land where I was born
   where my roots run so deep, for the ones that I love
   it makes no difference, the length of time ones been away
   in my heart am screaming, for my Madeira.
   
   it doesn't mean I don't like where I am, its a beautiful country
   the panorama before one's eyes is truly awesome
   no better place to be... this England, that's been my home for so many years
   but there's always this pull so strong, Ana's photos leave me yearning
   my eyes feel so cloudy, I cant see the words before me, need to pack it in
   
   The beauty of the place is imaginable so
   There's no place like it, the land where I was born
   I miss the gardens the flowers
   They abound everywhere, from the town to the mountains
   
   To every corner of the land...there's the most amazing sight
   A sight for sore eyes, the wonderful Agapanthus
   As they sway in the wind, the hydrangeas of every colour
   You can imagine but for me its the blue and the white
   
   That sets my heart aflame, its the colours of my childhood
   Intermingled with many...like the birds of paradise
   in my Paradise land...the lands of my Papa,
   that he used to tend with love...in my mind I see him
   
   Amongst the vines the sugar canes, the Banana plants,
   And of those, there were many, the figs, custard fruits the guavas too
   And many others, they are too many to name...just a small corner of paradise
   As he tended lovingly, with the sweat from his brow.
   
   I miss the vision of colour, that attacks our senses
   like the Bougainvillea, over the rivers, and every wall one sees
   the beautiful flowering Jacaranda trees, a lovely colour of purple
   you'll ever see...the Oleanders, hibiscus too
   
   And all the flowering trees, I don't have the names to
   The scent of the Eucalyptus intermingles with the Pine
   that scent is so heady...one breath deeply
   To inhale to fill one's lungs, with that pure clear air
   
   I also miss being with the family, especially as they get together
   And am nowhere to be seen...in my heart I hurt, like no one's business
   My fault for loving so deeply, with my heart my soul
   I have a beautiful family, with the exception of one or two
   
   but mostly I love those, that stayed close to me
   like the sisters and brothers, like Luis, I miss you so
   You were my play mate, as we were growing up
   remember the kites we made...and let them rip in the air
   
   the excitement of it all, as we run everywhere
   climbing the fruit trees, singing our lungs out
   oh Maritimo or Benfica songs, making the trees sway
   your and my way, then you fall of the bloody tree

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2.      shocked I thought you died...thank goodness,
3.      you were just winded and to live another day
4.      Mama pulling her hair out, you devils she'd say 
5.      As she picks you up and takes you away       
6.      I miss you maninho, in my mind heart and soul
7.      it'll never ever be the same again, Tiamo Luis.   
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9.                 By Connie James 
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