Aerial View of Malta and megalithic temple Hagar Qim.
I am British and I have lived in Malta for some years now. My poem is perhaps a summing up of my feelings about and for this little island:-
For Malta.
For Malta.
Small rock, honey-hued, circled with sapphire,
set mid East and West and winds of change;
History, Domination, deep in your soul.
Strategic, vulnerable, you cry for freedom.
Malta-your birthright is freedom!
Life, Spirit, Identity,
resonate from temples and churches.
Hear the pleas of Mother Earth- your mother.
Mother, keep close to your little one,
show it the way.
Maureen Hughes.