Jamaica
Four very black people
wearing green and yellow
pounded on their drums
and danced,
welcoming our ship.
The hills were green,
the water blue.
I found the bus for our tour.
Once at Dunn River Falls,
we met our guides.
three friendly Jamaican guys
in their thirties or so.
We walked down many steps
to a lovely beach,
but we didn’t stay there long.
We started up the falls.
At first, I couldn’t imagine
walking up slippery rocks
in the rushing water.
We started up the falls.
The rocks were light brown,
probably sandstone.
Mostly we made our way
through ankle deep water,
but some places were waist deep.
I was glad for the water shoes Judy gave me.
I could feel where to put my feet.
We had to make a human chain
to help each other up.
Surprisingly, this method worked well.
Most of us would not have made it on our own.
It was quite a work out.
We’d look up and think that was the top,
but when we got there
we saw that there was more to go.
It was quite a project to get us all up there.
We all made it without major mishaps
and it felt good.
One man said, “We did well
for a bunch of geezers.”
Most of us were retirement age.
I can’t wait to get the pictures.
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