Sunshine And Gold Poem by Gerry Legister

I am telling someone about my mountain
The vast height of incomprehensible hike,
Flow down into the lush valleys and terrain,
Green misty rain spread over Negril as a kite.

Early morning dip that nature intended
Comes from the man of the golden hour,
This lovely site fills my inside with pride
Seeing the Guinep tree and the Ackee color.

Remembering youth, the smell of juice
Callaloo, bread fruit, and plantains,
Jamaican favorite foods light the fuse
To celebrate with Caribbean good old tings.

No place on earth feels so good,
As the home of sunshine and gold.