El Carey (The Sea Turtle)

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In the tropical waters of the sea,

A turtle swims down to the ocean floor.

She moves through coral and plants of the key,

As nervously she makes her way to shore.

The isle Taínos called her El Carey.

Her soft interior snug in a hard shell,

She reaches the clear-dry sand on the bay  

Where she’ll lay the eggs that within her dwell.

When ready, to the sea they will return

With moonlight guiding their way to the tide,

Back to the waters that for li'l babes yearn.

They make their way and do not break their stride.

If modern lights on the road dim the moon,

The li'l Carey babes will be gone too soon.