The Old Raleigh

I miss the time when we both cycled to the beach,

Up north of this small island,

you carry me behind his small seat.

Passed by the cemetery as wide as the eyes could see,

Stretching from this spot up to the green hill,

The highest peak on this small orient.

I miss the time,

when the cars  gave away for us to cycle ahead,

when you had to stop near the Baobab tree to catch a breath,

when we reached the beach and it was hot and sunny day,

when we tried  to catch some fish but failed.

I miss this time forever,

the quality time we spent together,

as you grow wiser  and old Raleigh becomes older,

I wish one day I will be your carrier.

your daughter, Marina.

-another broken English poetry hahaha-

ps: I should be doing some calculation for my experiment tomorrow but I couldn't help it to write this piece cause it has been in my head since this morning. It was raining in the afternoon, and today's weather is just nice. Really damp and nice. I love the dampness.