Fishermen, straining at the oars, hustle
inshore with fish for the dinner table.
Young children gambolling on Gitchie beach,
mothers and aunts keeping a watchful eye.
To the east, the jetty of the yatch club
surrounded by threacherous waters.
All gone. Erased from the city’s memory.
Further east, the general hospital
where he was born to a teenage mother
lives now only in cartographers’ maps.
To the West, a mighty hi-way bulldozed
all before it to create a new city.
Where is the gentle Montego River?
Sunk underground by a curving freeway.
And the fine black sand beach of River Bay
where the Montego River met the sea?
To the west were the verdant Bogue islands,
now covered by tarmac, concrete and steel.
To the east, the old fort on the foreshore.
The warm breezes ambling across the bay
the perfect lift for our colourful kites.
©Copyright Milverton Wallace 24 November 2017
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