Where I’m From Poem by Tricia Whyte

I am from a small town
There you find my memories linger
Through hills and valleys
In the sky and over the seas
I’m from a small town
Known as Vance River

In the times when the world has gotten the best of me
I drift off to the days under the Mango Tree,
When I got my heart broken
And believe it has been done,
I swim back to the place where I’m from
There was boy
Whose love was never shun

The Sunday beach limes
The afternoon soccer games
The Girl Guides teacher
And my Mrs. Norma,
Their kindness blows back to me
Like a warm summer breeze
Trying to brace me from life’s blunder

To the boys and girls from my home town
I lift my hat to your memories that are unsung
We surely had some ups and downs
The village excursions, Sunday Bazaars
They all know
We gave the best damn Fashion shows

Where I’m from
There are Teachers, Nurses, Accountants, Preachers
Officers and beauty queens too
We wear suits and heels, boots and shoes
While we try hard not to break the government rules
We sit at the top
So our parents could proudly reap from our crop

To the John’s and Ma Call’s
David’s, Thomas’s and Reid’s I must not forget
Surely you remember Carnival Sunday night’s fete,
To Miss Joyce, Janet, Vio and Greeta
My belly has never had any regrets
To the past angels
Sammy, Mrs. Mamrie, Wallace
And my dear friend Tan-Tan
Although I was not there to wish you fare well
I know in my heart you never saw hell

So to that little Village called Vance River
Your child sends her love
Through the streams and valleys
Over the hills and mountain top
Until the next time we meet
Say hello to Mr. Franklin Rum shop.