BARBADOS
Barbados, My beautiful queen of the Caribbean Sea,
How
your very name means so much to me.
From
rum to the rotting chains, you've so much history,
“Little
England” once shed tears from the Manchineel tree.
***
The
gentle caress of the warm sea on pure white sand,
Welcomes
you to this jewel, a glittering sun kissed island.
Where
innocence and raw passion dance hand in hand,
And
nature sways in motion to the sweet soca band.
***
“Keep
everything just irie” this is the Bajan way,
Breathe
in the fragrance of frangipani during a lazy day.
Then
at night head off to Oistins so you can play,
Sample
the seas harvest, whilst sipping on Mount Gay.
***
The
people of this paradise island nation love to share,
From
freshly laundered schoolchildren who always smile and stare,
The sultry shop girls with shining tresses
and an haughty air.
To
domino slamming taxi drivers, all vocal for a fare.
***
Cropover, the carnival where colours and costumes do
shine,
Thumping
beats and rhythm the excitement of the “Juk” and “wine”.
All
the girls “Roll it” to the soca queen Alison Hinds,
Destination
Spring Garden Highway, to jerk chicken so fine.
***
Even
from Gun Hill heights, the sea’s within easy reach,
The
stunning beauty of Bottom Bay, to vibrant Accra beach.
Where
local’s lunch, and the vendors with fresh coconuts beseech,
Young
lads playing beach cricket, so eager to teach.
***
Finally,
the wonder of this gorgeous island I’m sure,
Will
lead me to drink its coral filtered water so pure.
Scents
of bougainvillea and hibiscus, people of pride, so demure,
From
the rush and stress of England, Barbados is the cure.
Phil
Hall march 2012
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