By Naomi Ambrose, Staff Writer
The sun is dazzlingly bright,
high above the cloudless sky,
where it shines like a yellow light,
too bright for birds to fly.
Quietly whizzing away,
the wind touches my arms;
inviting me to come her way,
to feel the love of her charms.
As I jog along the road,
a thunderous wave roars,
like my grandma had once foretold,
when the Atlantic Ocean soars.
The wall of the heavy black boulders,
protect the joggers and drivers nearby,
from the force of the churning blue water,
that wants to say to us, āHi.ā
Will that be the welcome we receive,
from the Atlantic Ocean at Pigeon Point?
Oh no, oh please donāt believe;
for the Caribbean Sea will not disappoint.
What a calming body of water,
for all those who see her at day,
like sheās holding a newborn daughter,
in the sea with her mother who wants to stay.
Will the mother stay when the sea is packed,
with swimmers, bathers, and children;
on the weekends when the beach is stacked,
in the northern town on the island of Helen?
Not to be forgotten, Lady Atlantic is still a delight,
for the surfers, swimmers and captains who would like,
to be a rocky and wobbly steel spike,
as they donāt feel the oceanās deep blue fright.
The surfers and swimmers I see,
dance and sway to the beat,
of the powerful waves of the Atlantic sea,
on a weekday filled with late afternoon heat.
Such a sight for the tourists who stay,
in the hotels along the beachesā vicinity,
as they witness the beauty today,
of two oceans who are no match for the city.
How lucky are those busy vendors,
in a backdrop with breathtaking splendours,
with a picturesque view thatās stunningly good.
In the midst of the light gusts of wind,
the smell of the salty seas,
is a wonder from within,
the hot plates of rice and peas.
As I walk briskly the sea seems to be,
like curtains of royal blue velvet,
mixed with white foam that seems to me,
to be wide like a large white jacket.
The brown sticks that lay in the sand,
give it a pleasing cinnamon colour.
The twigs are surprisingly grand;
no doubt they will be worth more than a dollar.
When I finish my jog at Pigeon Point,
I look at the seas while I wonder:
who will be the one to anoint,
these two oceans with much more to discover.
