A Poem from my Childhood

NATURE

We have neither Summer nor Winter

Neither Autumn nor Spring.

We have instead the days

When the gold sun shines on the lush green canefields --

Magnificently.

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The days when the rain beats like bullet on the roofs,

And there is no sound but the swish of water in the gullies,

And trees struggling in the high Jamaica winds.

Also there are the days when leaves fade from off guango trees,

And the reaped canefields lie bare and fallow to the sun.

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But best of all there are the days when the mango and the logwood blossom,

When bushes are full of the sound of bees and the scent of honey,

When the tall grass sways and shivers to the slightest breath of air,

When the buttercups have paved the earth with yellow stars,

And beauty comes suddenly, and the rains have gone.

- H.D. Carberry

Opening rosebud in my front yard, after a torrential downpour

Blessings,