devon da poet
Happy 40th Grenada
In 1979 your blood was shed red.
In 2004 Ivan tried to erase your green.
In 2013 your yellow was depleted.
Today you still stand strongly with vigor.
After 40 years you are still breathing.
The kick-‘em-jenny in your ocean is yet to erupt,
But you’re still living, “forward ever backward never” has and always will be your slogan.
You’re a robust island.
Grenada, the land where I was born.
In your lakes and rivers I’ve learnt to swim.
There I’ve sat and enjoyed the cool marine breeze.
Your beaches I could never get enough of.
You’re filled with so many riches.
I can recall all the precious moments I’ve spent in your boiling springs.
Your mountains I’m still yet to climb because you’re too venturous in nature.
The calypso music in your heart keeps you forever dancing.
The steel pan and African traditions are still some of your traits.
But wait, it’s no debate that you’re an island of faith,
You believe in me.
40 years have taught you wisdom.
Your sunlight will never be wasted anymore.
Each and every morning you have something new to offer.
O Grenada, no more would you suffer the grief of being obsolete.
But I miss the lifestyle of long ago though.
The outside kitchen, the latrine, the outside bathroom,
The kites I’ve flew, the marbles I’ve pitched, the taps I’ve spin, the bamboos I’ve burst, the battery leads I’ve exploded, the roads I’ve blocked, the bird traps and so many more.
No more will your children do these things, I muse.
40 years has made our lives better or worse,
But we were happy through it all.
You’ve always provided food,
You’ve always sent rain.
I have more than 40 reason to go back to you.
To give back to you won’t be an issue.
Because I love to see you smile.
I’ve heard you are threatened by global warming,
But I don’t believe you’ll ever be hurt by such a notion.
You’re and island of rejuvenation.
Carriacou and Petite Martinique always have your back.
One for all and all for one,
Aspire build and advance.
Grenada, how bold thou art.
You are never afraid of the bigger nations,
Winning gold in Olympics, and not forgetting the Chelsea flower completion.
Your offsprings are also so very talented,
So much intellectual minds.
You can boost about your heroes in the British army.
You’ve created a lot of superstars all over the world.
Grenada,40 is the youth of old age,
But you have so much greatness ahead of you.
Regardless of your limited amount of resources,
You still have so much to offer to the world
When I’m 40 years old I hope I can look back at my life in a comparable manner,
And say aloud, “I’m 40 years old Grenada.”
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