Tropic Religion
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Barry Middleton
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I am weary of the tropics
yet I will never leave her
I am weary of the endless heat
the blood-red sunset
palms are like a maidens
hair blown by the breeze
the egret stalks its prey
like a pale ghost of death
cypress rise from dark water
I was born for this place
live oaks are a colonnade
to hold the blue dome of sky
I am weary of the tropics
yet I will never leave her
I have no other church
where I may rest my soul
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