The land of my birth
Oh Island in the sun
I Came across a post on Jamaica Independence Day online and thought why not join the fun. Without skipping a beat, I chimed in my participation:
The culture, food, vibes, the unity.
If I was going to write a love letter to Jamaica, I’d tell of the beauty, the solace, the scenes of the seas, the ability to breathe in the island’s serenity and beauty. It’s Irie. Its love.
It’s the land of my birth.
