OLD DIRT ROAD
to grandma mirriam campbelle
Driving on the dark red dirt road in a place call manchester, driving and looking at the tree’s and chrildren playing base ball, skip rope and over the pond as the the car drive’s down the dusty dirt road as you drive you can see farmer’s with bunches of banana’s on their head as they walk and joke with each other, futher down the road you could see women washing at well and hanging clothes on tree’s and fence’s .further down the you see men playing domino’s at a little shop called little joe’s one stop.As the car stop i came out walking over to the other side of the road i could feel a cool breeze blowing as i walk across i could see farms with thyme, melon cabbage and carrot’s on the opposite side you can see oranges pine apple and even mangoes too. Although it’s year’s ago i can’t forget the fertile land of mandeville manchester. -NOT COMPLETED TO BE EDITED LATER..........THANK'S FOR READING.
(2010)
this poem is written for my grandmother who live's in the parish of manchester in jamaica.
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