Planted: A Poem

Written By Jayden Mitchell

From the tropics

To the garden.

A place of grander beauty,

A different kind of climate.

A new home is sought,

Resting at the bottom of a hill,

It is bought.

The sound of squawking Crows,

Mimics the chirping of a Mongoose.

We climb the speckled hill,

Just as the maroons did.

Free to roam and bound,

Eschewing all of the sounds.

Both experiencing salvation,

For us, a park, for them, freedom.

Soon we leave the crest,

But never forgetting our nest.