In The Sun Poem by M G Twinkle
In The Sun
I'm a child of an island in the sun
We call her mother Jamaica,
She is full of trees rivers and sea
acres of farm land and long roads,
On Saturdays mama go to the market
to buy fresh produce that comes from the farm,
She cooks nice delicious and healthy meals,
Of yam dumpling stew beef and vegetables,
Papa say healthy food helps me to grow,
Big bright and strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
12/15/2025 11:47:21 PM # 1.0.0
