by Jodian Allen
- Jamaica, land of wood and water...the smell of ackee and salt
fish cooking... the taste of my sister's stewed chicken.
- Jamaica, the white sandy beaches and the clear blue sea...
people on boat's riding... people dancing in the sun.
- Jamaica, land of great reggae music and great stage show's
...the children always laughing...going to school dressed in their
- Jamaica, evening time... the sun sets...beautifully going
down...slowly like it is melting in the sea.
- Jamaica, night comes and the stars and moon shine down so
bright.... like diamonds in the sky...time to go bed. It's so
quiet you can hear the wind blowing.
Ode to Sweet Football
by Dinardo CocaS
- weet football of my wild dreams
- That I always feel in each
- Part of my body; exploding in my head.
- A rude sport for players
- Made of steel who are standing
- On a big green balancing scale
- Which measures the power
- Of each of the big bear-like players
- This is for all those days
- That I was standing on the big green blanket
- Which thrilled me as it passed in front of my eyes.
- The energy of the game felt like warplanes flying
- Through my veins.
- Oh, football, painfully exciting
- The players like furious
- Sharks in a giant tank, grinding their teeth, and
- Looking for the next feeding frenzy.
- Oh, football,
- It is as sweet to me as honey is to bears.
- Oh, painful football,
- The fire is always burning.
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