In my mind words flow like wine
when I think of Jamaica's story.
Under the sun where the rum comes from
on the scene of Caribbean glory.
On Antego Bay, sand is silver-grey
and east to west, blue mountains.
Over Kingston Town
wedding bells resound
as the bride in bloom
and the handsome groom
take heed of the Palm Tree Story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I suspect there is another beautiful story yet untold! Excellent composition.