Jamaica

We present this work in honor of the 30th anniversary of the poet’s death.

M.G. Smith
Jamaican
1921 – 1993

 

I saw my land in the morning
And oh, but she was fair,
The hills flamed upwards scorning
Death and failure here.

I saw through the mists of morning
A wave like a sea set free,
Faith to the dawn returning,
Dark tide bright unity.

I saw my friends in the morning,
They called from an equal gate:
Build now while time is burning
Forward before it’s late.