Jamaica

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I very often just like to sit & write poetry.

Jamaica
I gazed in wonder the first time I saw
your emerald waves caress the Shaw
Silky soft, pure white sands
gently flowed on through my hands

Easy, relaxed was Jamaican life
smoking dreams through a seashell pipe
Colours shifted, moved on slow
viewing natures very own show

Dusk swept on a sunset blaze
night coloured skies with a rosy haze
Sitting on rocks a barbecue share
as laughter and music filled the air

Crashing waves, bellowed on down
drowning the beat of a reggae sound
Dreams we did, midnight came
bye Jamaica, memories to frame