Enchantment
My sunny, tropic land, I hear you calling me
From glade to glade from every fruited tree
Where birds feast piping delicious melodies
My sunny tropic land and Flanker's sunny leas
The sugarcanes have tasseled and bright now
The poinciana blooms, Solomon feeds his sow
Broady comes with fish stringed from his early
Hunt and forage of the sea, and you call for me
And Ducky too, perhaps, run o'er Dredge sands
The conch shell by the pink tongue in his hands
And Buffat kinder logs still with puffs of blue smoke
And me you call with burning eyes, and choke
My sunny, tropic land, I hear you calling me
Where the white waves crash as horses glee
Hot dumplings fried with codfish for early tea
I ride the reckless winds of reckless memory.
Before me now the open stretch, saddle dream
And let me ride, for Jamaica in her sunshine gleam
Away the stress of morning news, and new bills
Every day, I come, I come, O green green hills.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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