VOICES OF SAINT LUCIA COUNTIES CALLING
The six o’clock bell is ringing Monchy is singing its Independence Day
Yes, Grand Riviere spread out its produce for today’s grand Bazaar
People from all around the neighboring Babonneau is busy peddling
Voices could be heard all the way Troi Pitons its December thirteen
The fishermen spread out their nets Grand Anse will not be left behind
Soucis avec viande ragout sardines avec dasheen yam avec patate cho
Enough to be eaten in La Croix Maingot the valley of true fellowship
Louvet how can I forget you broad river flowing into the La Ressource dam
The air is thin out here and perch high on the top of the world is Jacmel
Singing out to Vanard echoing to Durandeau it's raining in Anse La Verdure
The smell of sulfur bouncing its bouquet into Millet but not in Grande Riviere
Open field and rough waves ride the tide in La Caye waters of the Caribbean
Out of Belvedere comes the most beautiful people bless by God own hands
While Bouton produces romance not to mention its share of fresh meat
Colombette your sister Cresslands and brother Ravine Clare join in prayer
Mon Repos will not sleep till Malgretoute says goodnight that quite right
Ambre, Ti Rocher, Blanchard, Anse Ger, bonjour joyeux jour de l’independence
Etangs down south is Monzie open your mouth shout out to Morne Sion
This takes me back to my Giraud fair people forever topping the chart
Down in Banse, they are playing mas up in River Dorie first and second class
Mess with the counties don’t mess with Piaye you will not have an answer to why
It's limbo night in Olibo how low can you go Derriere Morne maybe oh no
It's time to say Grace if you hear me Augier lets all pray to St Urbain for gain
My pen is running out of ink my mind is a blur I think I got them all you see
So happy independence darling Lucian love oh love your Island home.
For PwindaykyE poetry Kenvil Giles Atkins Lewis
