Monday, February 21, 2011

Patties - a poem

I saw Jamaica's chubby hills
draped in fog of ashy cotton frills.
With two tanned trees, stocky and strong,
And blue jean sky, underneath the thong.

I fell in love with Jamaica's fullness
I'll let it in with wholeheartedness.


24 September 2008

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