The Gap

2011 Jamaica Fat Tyre Festival

Here is a little rhythm from our time living in Hagley Gap, Jamaica. Photo from above by Ian Hylands.

Winding seal, unfeasible hill;
Dirt and rock, for my luck I knock.
Roofs corrugated, walls brightly decorated;
Unfinished stories, hopes of wealth and glory.
Honest buildings gaily painted, it’s patrons long time acquainted;
Darkened doorway barely there, within shelves stocked with wares.
Man’s face oil creased, leans on wall firewater greased;
Hub of the world hardly on a map, hub of the world nestled in the Gap.

Banana plant leaves, coffee trees;
Long grass blades, a towering bamboo maze.
Palms of the jungle, knotted juniper muddle;
Pregnant mangoes, weeping willows.
Call of one thousand birds, one symphony barely heard;
Chirps, squeaks and calls, heightened as the sun falls.
Grinding motor labours, bouncing bass for neighbours;
Dog sounds its bark, donkey brays a lonesome remark.

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