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Christmas Morning in Barbados

Christmas Morning in Barbados

On the island of Barbados, one Christmas morning

Sitting on a hill, under the shady almond tree

looking at the green blue pleasant sea

And the rocks and plants and sand beneath me ย ย ย ย ย 

spotting a Spanish galleon coming overย the horizon ย ย 

bringing Port wine salted fish and cinnamon ย 

riding the rough waves, sails tight in theย head wind

then I ย getย hungry, smelling breakfast ย 

mom, frying bakes, tomatoes and salted-fish, ย ย 

and the scent of chocolate tea hasย me running

faster than the speed of lighteningย 

down the trail, straightย home to her kitchen

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Tony Taylor

Hey C!!.....although I don't know Barbados..... as I read....I felt as though I were being introduced to ........and enticed by....... an ambiance that has its own VERY real heart of Christmas .....and had me curiously running for the scent of chocolate tea!!!........ beautifully descriptive phrasingย here....... teaching of "Christmas Morning In Barbados"......... loved it brother poet!!..... ALL STARS!!.......a great read my friend!!........ LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo.ย  ?

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Christopher Correia

hey T, ย thanks for cool comment, I'm not from Barbados, it is a small island north of Trinidad known for its outstanding beaches and amazing food...I know quite a few people from there, and this poem is based in part on one story I once heard from a young Baptist pastor describing his 'perfect' Christmas days growing up there, Christmas to him was an 'eatfest', he made several stops throughout the day basically stuffing himself, but of cause he had breakfast at moms' house first, at least in the Tropics you can burn off some of the food in the heat before going onto the next meal...hope you have a great 2017 my friend, all the bestย ย 

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AMBER LEGOWSKI

Defintly not the clichรฉ Christmas we all picture.Nice imagery

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Christopher Correia

thanks pal, noย cliche' zoneย Amber; I'd rather lose my left nipple than be cliche'...such kindness, hugs

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