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Caribbean Magic

December I stand soft warm wet sand almost it buried my toes
as the waves role towards
Surfers on boards
Soft Whispers in wind as it blows

Eden rock dishes seasalt his kisses
Paradise this is my dear
Sea turtles at St barths
Oh what a great  start... to a wonderful Happy New year

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St. Kitts and Nevis Independence Day Poem

It’s Independence Day and I have something to say,

We are proud of our history and proud of this special day!

Liamuiga (which means fertile land) was the original name,

From the Amerindians that were here before Columbus came.

“This land is called Saint Christopher,” he soon proclaimed,

“I claim this land for the Queen of Spain.”

Then the English came Led by Sir Thomas Warner,

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Maria Dominica

Verse 1

The wild winds tear out in the night

As Maria rips the roofs off with all of her might.

Destroying everything she can

Till the people cry out in vain and fright

The rain, then mud it falls and falls

I cannot clear the image out

 

Chorus

Gonna take a lot to keep me away from there

There's a lot that 100 men can do

Gonna take some time to make it right again.

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Adamson Adrift

This piece, over twenty years old, came to me largely in a dream about being a poet.

 

Adamson Adrift

We sat on the wharf at East Balmain,

where the ferries make the Harbour

never still,

 

and Robert Adamson floated away

with grace on the violent tide,

as we looked on the streams

of the living

(as in air, we were in motion)

 

and in action, and relative calm

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