We can go, do and be where they could not.

We know that there are so many good things.

There are things that we need, others we want.

Here we will all work for them together.

And we will be proud to have built our dreams.

Here there will be a road, and there a bridge,

Because these are good to make folks wealthy.

Here there will be a clinic and a school.

And there will be a manned police station,

Because these are good to keep folks healthy.

The clinic will have clean, well equipped wards

Where a good doctor treats folks, kids and crooks,

Because even culprits get sick sometimes.

The school will have good books and computers,

Because our kids must know much more than us

So that they can fly airplanes from the port

While pastors watch in envy from church doors.

We’ll still observe Sabbath, as some folk do,

And we’ll work hard at whatever we do.

Here there will be a fresh produce depo,

Because the fresh produce has to be bulked.

Our farms, far better than our ancestors’,

Will feed everyone here and elsewhere too.

There will be trade-stores and hardware outlets,

Because goods and stuff need to be traded.

Hard working folk will get paid for their time.

Businessmen, bankers, police and teachers too.

Plumbers, carpenters, mechanics for cars,

Because the roads will need cars and trucks too.

We will have a few poets to mend shoes.

Politicians here will boast of this place,

Because our politicians will work too.

When our friends or tourists come to visit

They will stay at guesthouses or hotels

And their kids will play in the park with ours.

Yes, bring kids too, because playgrounds need kids.

We’ll be happy, healthy, wealthy and wise,

Smartly going about our Modern Age lives.

And when we dream at night, our ancestors,

In Stone Age Hausman or Haus Tambaran,

Will watch and listen in on our dream-talk

And they will ooh and aah and say to us

What proud parents we have made them all.

How they knew all along that we could do it.

And they will boast amongst themselves of us.

How they taught us all the good things we know

And how we are as smart as they once were,

Because dead ancestors need to feel pride too,

Now that these dreams belong to our children.

One day, in this place, we will have good things.

Yes, many good things will be here and there,

Because this place is home to good folk too.

Prose poem of 483 words, written in mostly ten syllable lines, while at Labu Station on 20 February 2014, at an hour I will not number...