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And the reaped canefields lie bare and fallow to the sun.
But best of all there are the days when mango and the logwood blossom
When bushes are full of the sound of bees and the scent of honey,
When tall grass sways and shivers to the slightest breath of air,
When the buttercups have paved the earth with yellow stars
And beauty comes suddenly and the rains have gone.
Poem
We have neither Summer nor Winter
Neither Autumn nor Spring.
We have instead the days
When the gold sun shines on the lush green canefields-
Magnificently.
The days when the rain beats like bullet on the roofs
And there is no sound but the thee swish of water in the gullies
And trees struggling in the high Jamaica winds.
Also there are the days when leaves fade from off guango trees'
The poem tells of the weather conditions in Jamaica. Although there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter, the golden sunny days and wet rainy days are just as good and are almost equivalent to the four seasons.
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The poet tells about his homeland, Jamaica and rejoices the beauty of the island. Jamaica is hot and wet throughout the years. Canefields can easily be found in Jamaica as sugar is the main exports in the country.
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The poet tells about his favorite time. He also uses imagery of sound and smell to illustrate abundant life and activity in the bushes which add to the charm and beauty of Jamaica.
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