Black History Month at B3Living

I come from Islands

I come from islands small, and perfectly formed.
betwixt the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean.
And nestled against the ample bosom of South America.
They are surrounded by turquoise waters with rumbling, tumbling white-tipped waves changing to gentle lapping waves...
that whispered and sighed upon the beaches, lulling me to sleep.

I come from islands where gentle breezes danced over the hills,
sometimes changing to roaring winds which rode roughsod over my islands! 
Chasing the low white clouds up and down changing the cobalt blue skies to dark grey, hiding the bright sun...
and then back again. 

I come from islands where coconut trees stand proud and tall like sentinels,
watching the birds and insects darting in and out,
up and down the fruit trees and flowering shrubs.
Children gambolling and gorging themselves with juicy fruits, 
while some drowsed in the heady scent of the flowers.

I come from islands where fishermen pulled their seines in the early morning hours.
Later, others limed nearby - drinking rum and eating crab and dumpling
in the midday sun.
Still later, others lolled indolently under coconut trees, watching the sun
as it dipped into the sea at the end of the day. 

I come from islands where music is king and an everyday thing!
Islanders dressed in colourful costumes whine and gyrate to the sensual calypso tunes,
and chipped to the melodious rhythm - 
ting! tong! tang! ba-dam ba-dam BANG! of the steelpan bands.

I come from the islands of Trinidad and Tobago.