As Oriental Pearl neared Eastern Boulevard
In Fayetteville, North Carolina, thoughts of
Bukut in Belize floated my way. I was back
From New York visit, First light of day was
getting brighter, I was urged to write...
Give me bukut! First root of my Belize It is builder of blood Strength of my bones Soul fortifier It ignites my fire It has stood the test of time Unscathed Just as mahogany wood in hurricanes. Bukut reminds me of the Baron's lighthouse Its interior is mysteriously sweet Generations come to feast Do you know how long? It endures heat It is dark Cadbury of my skin Its seed, caramel iris of my eyes Its sap, blood of my blood... Folks bask in shade of its limbs It is here and there multiplying Give me pallet friendly bukut! It is root of my Belize. *
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