I am telling someone about my mountain
The vast height of incomprehensible hike,
Flow down into the lush valleys and terrain,
Green misty rain spread over Negril as a kite.
Early morning dip that nature intended
This power comes from the man of a golden era,
This lovely site fills my inside with pride
Seeing the Guinep tree and the Ackee color.
Remembering youth, the smell of juice
Callaloo, bread fruit, and plantains,
Jamaican favourite foods light the fuse
To celebrate with Caribbean good old tings.
No place on earth is as good,
As the home of sunshine and gold.
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Author:
Gerry Legister (Pseudonym) (
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AH YES GERRY ~ JAMAICA ~ Land of Sunshine and pure joy ! What other blessed Island could produce the whole world's favorite USAIN BOLT. And its not just him its the whole Jamaican Team ~ win or lose they are so so H A P P Y ! i saw this at the West Indian carnivals in the UK and then i visited BARBADOS and saw why for myself. Thanks for the tribute you have brought to JAMAICA and the quality of ATHLETES she produces and the unique TRIPLE ~ TRIPLE. Yours BRIAN Please check my poem for a tribute to the "wicked" BRITISH LADY ATHLETES !
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