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When you walk here, walk carefully Walk without show of pride or class The eyes are watching you hawkfully Crouched in invisible guinea grass Smile as you go, this is friendly country "No problem" is the other motto here Where thick wool covers the hungry Like pale soldiers pride cover up dispear Watch where you put your feet, please Keep on your shoes, it is not holy ground The red lake is blood, we have no red seas It may be thunder or a bullet's sound Guns from armies dead in Iraq and Gaza Our factories can only make ice cold beers It is alright to dance, the love at the plaza Is strange and real, there are other fears Not grown here like banana or breadfruit Imported from the continent knowingly Keeping things in instability, a piper's flute Edging the deep margins and cunningly This is Jamaica, my island in the sun Where deep colonial antiquities loll abroad And sweet on beaches innocents run Little children who call this place "yard."

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 3/15/2009 7:34:00 AM
This my friend is bring your world where people like me can understand. The Lord can use you to touch other people with the gift of words He has giften you.
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Date: 3/15/2009 4:39:00 AM
i have no words... truly awe-inspiring. i look forward to more
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Date: 3/14/2009 11:21:00 PM
So passionate and patriotic! and i would love to visit it someday! ~ Arany
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Date: 3/14/2009 9:02:00 PM
Well written, capturing the love you have for Jamaica. You make the reader want to drop everything and go. Smiles from Lolita
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Date: 3/14/2009 5:40:00 PM
You are so very blessed to live in such a place. I've never been, but can imagine its beauty. your words in your comment to me, were like a dirty diamond, ready to be brushed off with stiff fingers, thank you. it is not often that someone can make my mind turn (usually it's me doing that. ;) and you did in that comment, so thank you! words cover us more...you are so right, for once we disrobe, we go back to the place we are all the same, there for, invisible. thank you, i love that! Kristin
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