At the Y in Belize, we did arts and craft and went there three evenings each week, after school.
The "Busy Bees" danced The "Nightingales" sang All day long we practiced To make a difference with Our acts and words for the visitors. They would see full flow of energy A mix of teamwork and play and loving And on opening night in the auditorium Up at "Central Farm" outside the City of Belize We shared the love As love was shared with us We were from rich and poor families In Belize, British Honduras, but... A week of free summer fun gave Sweet memories of butterflies, and breeze And the order in which we enjoyed three meals And in between snacks, and comfort sleep With sound of wilds, and waterfall. Memories of that day Miss Wilshire from the Y parked her car, and walked into our yard And spoke in silence with Granny And when she departed Granny summoned me from playing Beneath our house; I felt scared Hadn't done anything wrong. She said, "You and your sisters got summer treat" That was sweet music to my ear, I can still hear. *
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