Spice Isle Rock

I was meant to be where the coldest it ever gets is 70 degrees
life is simple; there’s no autumn, winter, summer or fall
where you can walk the streets any time any day
and the sunset never ceases to take your breath away.

I was meant to be near the sea
And feel the sand between my feet,
to explore the forests deep
and revel in its serenity.

I was meant to be where childhood entailed climbing trees, stoning plum and running bare foot.
where games such as hop scotch, moral, and hand games were when girls united
and marbles got the boys competitive.
where during the Easter season the sound of kites are heard all through the night.

I’m meant to be where mangoes and cashews are a big part of our diet
where a cook ain’t a cook without oil down,
and drinking coconut water on a hot day is a norm.
I’m meant to be where rivers serve many purposes including catching cray fish.
And there’s a rum shop in every nook and cranny.

I’m meant to be where cocks crow daily and animals roam the streets
and when current goes the generators and candles come out.
Where there’s a strong presence of Caribbean Folklore
and our elders speak vehemently about la diablesse and lou-garou

I’m meant to be where it’s a norm to go out and have no idea how you’re getting home,
nevertheless it’s the least of your concern.
I come from a land where when carnival comes nothing can stop the Mas,
all you need to have a good time is crazy friends, good music and a bottle ah rum.

I’m meant to be where the atmosphere is so laid back,
You’ll never want to work but lay on the beach 7 days a week.

I’m from a picturesque island in the sun,
where the people are patriotic and the love is so strong.

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