by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Oct 2021 358 Views 2 comments
Jamaica fare
she gave me rest
my cinnamon girl
in cushioned repose
telling me tales
tall
as the high masts
of the seagoing clipper
paintings
on her walls
every sailor
tethered there
on her long lines
Jamaica fare
steel drum and ganja
rhythm divine
in the darkness
she would whistle
the harder they come
the harder they fall
one and all
my cinnamon girl
in cushioned repose
telling me tales
tall
as the high masts
of the seagoing clipper
paintings
on her walls
every sailor
tethered there
on her long lines
Jamaica fare
steel drum and ganja
rhythm divine
in the darkness
she would whistle
the harder they come
the harder they fall
one and all
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2021
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Comments (2)
A bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
And waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl"
good done Ocean. Lily
Making me wonder is this written from a wish to go there or is it an account of your Caribbean holiday.
Either way thanks for sharing.
Regards Mick,