100 mile long, 35 mile wide, such a tiny island
Where I was born and raised
Sugar cane fields every where...Yes, sugary memory!
Green mountains, crystal rivers and lakes,
Sun and shade
Swimming in warm beaches, hot salty breeze,
Still can feel the heat from sand beach
Burning my feet,
But it was good, mood of a youth...Aah!
The aroma, I smell,
At 9Am and 3 PM, hipnotizing fresh
It would found you,one with the wind,
Boy! I did throw stones to my
Hiding and laughing, denying bad behaviour,
No mama...I was a good boy today,
And she believed me
My Island, one flag-star-rise,
That's my tropical...Paradise!
By: Juli Monat
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