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Kenvil Poetry Oasis
BOOK SEVEN
THE GRAND EXIT poem by: Kenvil AtkinsWritten on May 11, 2023 The old ravine runs from the foot of the hill and passes near my front door Mama forbids me to play there when the rains come down for sure That little ravine turns into a mighty big river running down the bay And hey you are in big trouble I will say if you are found in its way Your next trip will end up not being too secure that’s what everyone says II My heart is in Micoud under the Saint Lucian skies and always will be And though I have traveled far I often return the grand folks to see Yes, my Uncle Kenny Aunt Cecilia Uncle Charles Grandma Angelina And If you are mellow yellow like me you can envision my dilemma Continue to right .THE GRAND EXIT POEM
Kenvil Atkins Lewis
The Grand Exit
Book seven of Poetry Oasis
Yet I have not returned home in years and the old folks
are all but gone
III
I was in love with a woman Pwindaykye was her name
freedom was her game
In her arms, I felt so secure roaming her countryside and
spreading my fame
I tasted her milk and honey and walk the barren field
near the edge of the sea
My innocents were bliss and would not let me be for
there is none left amidst
And yes She took me to a place of forgetfulness yes
Pwindaykye and me
IIII
Now my years are coming to a close and twilight is upon
me soon I will be no more
But the footprints I left behind to remind you I was there
think of me, my dear
I can hear the last bell ringing as customary Almighty
Jehovah is near my God so dear
Yet it is said that you have not lived if you ignore his
presence what reward is there
Make hast while the sunshine have courage soon you
too will face the grand exit
Kenvil Atkins Lewis
Kenvil” Poetry Oasis
