Oh Glorious Poinciana
Oh Glorious Poinciana
Bright flames of the Poinciana
Reach out for the golden sun
The large leaves bend with their tiny fronds
To wave with the wind in fun.
The bulging lime green buds
Stand upright as if to say
Just look at me I’ll soon be open
I’m ready to be on my way.
Such flaming red ‘gainst the lush green palette
Inspires the artist’s brush
And warms the heart of those who see
God’s beauty despite life’s rush
It’s magnificent canopy of red
Gives shelter from the blazing sun
On the ground is a carpet so bright on green grass
Velvet touch to bare feet as you pass.
Each flor’ holds out it’s skirt wide
Showing an apron of white
With splashes of red, its such a delight
To see such a wonderful sight.
The birds sing their song top your branches
The bees do their work with the pollen
Then come the seeds as the pods hang low
Waiting for children to rattle them.
Oh Glorious Poinciana
You welcome with arms stretched wide
You dress the Jamaican hills and seaside
For our pleasure from mid July.
Winsome Miller-Rowe
July 2011
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