Morning dew drips with tears
As July eighteen nineteen ninety five reverberates
loud rumbling noises
Light ash falls on dusty shoes kicks
Phreatic explosions burn
Dormant hills in flanks of confusion
Our history transformed
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Wrath of Soufriere tours
In ruins
Black and white landscapes
Empty homes, gray hillsides -
Dots ridges, Ghostly picks
Sea cliffs of raw emotions
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Afternoon sunshine lights
Memories hike in a riot of colours
Church on Sunday mornings
Playing in the rain
Friendly faces, familiar places
Our characters pitched dreamlike -
Labadie, Never Me, Salt Fish, Brim
The adventures and misadventures
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Humming birds on balcony’s edge
Heighten national pride -
The oriole, the Heliconia
Plymouth water front splashes
Friday lime under Evergreen Tree shades
Perk’s punch lightens
Silent ghauts flows
Thoughts of Miss Connie’s Ice cream cools
Winding thoughts with what we miss
Our People, Our history, Montserrat’s legacy
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Poem Written by Brenda L. McCartney
