Come, my pretty, and comb your hair;
Fun is waiting at Scarsdale Fair!
Leave your seat upon the stair,
And sunny view at the window there.
Let's make the most of the golden days,
As we do of summer's lush bouquets,
And let not the heyday slip away,
For what now happens, time replays.
Scarsdale Fair is greatest by far.
Scarsdale Fair is where the people are.
Scarsdale Fair is most singular.
Scarsdale Fair is honey in a jar.
Let's go where happiness reigns,
And taste of pies, eat sugarcanes;
See what new wonders life contains,
Beyond the country lanes.
It's been awhile since cock last crew;
So, put on your pretty red shoe.
I'll don my new hat and so will you-
And discover Scarsdale anew!
Categories:
sugarcanes, family, fun, games, happy,
Form: Rhyme
Walking on clouds in the heavenly blue
In a job that I loved, with a sky view,
Let me travel with a smile on my face.
I've sojourned afar in aloha's grace.
Every city, every place had a song...
A melody played as I sang along.
As many years passed and I longed for home
I gave up my wings; no longer would roam.
Island of pineapples and sugarcanes,
Vapor trail dreams, from paper airplanes,
Memories now, I recall from above
Have left me contented with my sweet love.
12-18-16
What was I thinking Contest
Sponsor Daniel Turner
Categories:
sugarcanes, adventure, happiness, introspection, places,
Form: Couplet
When I go back to the Islands
And my old friends said that they miss me
I miss me too,
the old me,
The one who had the futuristic ideas
the girl with
the nappy braids that locks
the girl with the ashy feet,
the one who work the land with her bare hands
I was liked a woman land army,
wild and carefree
the same girl who use her teeth to peel
out the hard skin and bite into the inner part of the sugarcane and chew it.
Planted roses, morning glories with a smile
The one who loaded sharp blades sugarcanes on to the high trucks
under the relentless sun or frigid rain
with aches and pain
and drank water from the pitchers
until the sun go down
Somehow, that girl survive those hard days
Even when she dance until dawn to the
Sound of the reggae beat and the oldies Goldie’s.
The one who woke up early to catch the 5:20 am bus
to travel to work in Wildleys for minimum wages.
So when I go back to the islands
And my old friends say they miss me
Old friends brings all of the memories
back into the present state of mind
for a woman who is growing old
Categories:
sugarcanes, childhood, culture, emotions, memory,
Form: Light Verse
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.
Categories:
sugarcanes, imagination, nature, placesme, me,
Form: Verse
Déjà vu hit me hard
One day
As I sat in
Your arms
Looking into those
Brown eyes
Nostalgia making me
Dizzy
Like I’ve been
Here before
Surrounded in your love
Drowning in a
Familiar smell
Like my
Great grandmas’
Biscuits
On a cold morning
Our skin touch
And a feeling
Like when I
Rode a carousel
For the first time
Brings goosebumps
Up my arms
When we hold
Hands I
Experience a
Flashback
Of a past life
Or the future
Maybe neither
The words
“I do”
Are coming
From my lips
You smile
Tears sliding
Down your face
Utter bliss
How
With all the distractions
In this world
Did I find you?
Your spirit
Is as sweet
As the sugarcanes
I loved when
I was young
A fire so
Strong burns through you
Anyone can notice it
With all my faults
You see right
through to me
so if I been here before
I hope I never left
Categories:
sugarcanes, love, nostalgia
Form: I do not know?