The Jamaica I see has so many memories
A land of beautiful trees and greenery
I remember the sweet juicy mangos
that when you eat them you dance the tango
The naseberries and guineps, in abundance
as far as you can reach, unless you have vertigo
Cherries, etioti apples, guavas and casava
The fruits of the island with real flavour
Fetes, carnivals, garden parties and sports day
These festivities are all part of our culture
Preserved to enhance our future
Art as a way of life, and the rastaman who avoids strife
Reggae music and Sunsplash, one experience and you'll be coming back
Beautiful women with minds as sharp as a tack
striving to be different, never part of a pack
My Jamaica is not faraway
I recall my thoughts and visit everyday