Editorial: I write poetry NOT editorials Mr Wilson!
When our Editor asked me to write something to you today I didn’t know what to say. I look at life from a different perspective to my husband Colin. I watch people. I look at what they are doing and I get my enjoyment from that.
I much prefer writing poetry – the ‘stuff’ that rhymes and this was one I wrote some years ago when I was looking out of my office window.
The following, Mr Editor, is my observations in rhyme and you can Edit it (if you dare!)
WINDOW VIEW OVER GEORGE TOWN
Have you ever seen so many people
Walking around George Town?
Have you noticed lately
How these people look and sound?
Well let me try to paint a picture
Strictly from my point of view
Then you’ll get a very good idea
Of what I’m trying to tell you.
Take this morning for instance,
The streets are choc-a-block
With hundreds and hundreds of tourists
Just checking out the shops.
They all come from different places
You don’t have to guess
Just listen to their accents
And check the way they’re dressed.
Some are very big and fat
And very slow to move,
Some are being pushed in chairs
By those so full of love.
Others are very tall and skinny
And so very full of fun
They look a lot like barbie dolls
Dressed to bask in our tropical sun.
Some with heads like Cleopatra
With hair so elegantly styled
Braided in so many fashions
And others with hair so wild.
And yes, we do have dreadlocks also
But they’re few and far between,
A lot of them come from nearby islands
And are very rarely seen.
Most of the people have little ones
Who really have a mind of their own
They want to run and skip and jump
Not walk around a town.
And let them get hungry and thirsty,
What a miserable and unhappy bunch?
They’d enjoy their holiday a lot better
On the beach with a picnic lunch.
But that’s not all that I see from my window
There are businessmen and women abound,
Bankers, trust officers and insurance adjusters
And a lot more walking around.
And the traffic – my goodness – what a lot of vehicles
You can hardly get across the road,
Posh cars and buses and bicycles
And trucks with their very heavy load.
But every thing seems to run quite smoothly
Despite our lack of space,
We wouldn’t want to change a thing
There’s nowhere to compare – and we love this place
Especially when Christmas is drawing near
And the lights are shining bright
With gardens and homes all decorated
They make a beautiful sight.
Our homes are painted and our gardens swept
We’ve finished all our shopping.
The pork and beef are in the pot
Now we can start our cooking,
And when we’re dressed in our pretty outfits
And all our accessories
We’ll go to church to worship and praise
And to hear what the bible says.
And in all our celebrations
We must never ever forget~
The real reason for the season-
Is Jesus – you bet!
Delightful poem! It puts me right there in Cayman at Christmas!