The Tea Planters Poem

To Planter Friends I lift a glass
To you, who've kept alive
The memory of Planters past
Across dark moors of time

To you who know this simple truth
And show it near and far
It is the tales we tell ourselves
That make us who we are

So let us drink to the Tea Trade
Its sorrow and its solace
And lift our glasses in the air
To you and whosoever else

And to the Trade that bears the tea name
My sisters and my brothers
I'd rather be a Tea man in your eyes
Than an accountant in any others.