With the texture of an Afro,
The rock sat in Barrow;
Proudly wrapped in Broken Trident;
The Union Jack silent.
A bold shift in Bajan postage;
The royal head abridge;
When Queen Elizabeth gave back,
With great poise, and great tact.
This rock, her ancestors sliced up
Lapping royal tea-cup;
In the year sixteen twenty five.
Human rights ere deprive;
More than three hundred years preserved;
Before new Queen observed;
Her reign brings to Bajans new hope,
And a new skipping rope.
Each postage stamp bears Bajan craft;
Drives postal photograph;
With themes, and scenes of our land;
Sir Garry from Bayland;
Cricketer from Police Sports Club;
Queen Elizabeth dubbed;
Sir Garfield Sobers on the field;
Greatest all-rounder kneeled.
Bajan's living hero knighted;
Captaincy accepted;
Sir Frank Worrell ere his mentor;
At the wicket we saw;
He pleased huge crowds around the ground;
On him, merry-g-round;
Sir Garfield St Auburn Sobers;
Collie's death he ponders...
Traumatic time indeed for him;
Drinking tears kept him slim;
Hits six sixes in one over;
Pleasing crowds rolled-over.
Six successive balls in cricket,
From powerful wicket;
See him on postage Sir Gary;
Hones cricket skillfully.
Pause we must on October nine;
This thought floods brain of mine,
On postal anniversary;
Postage fraternity.
Eighteen hundred and sixty four,
This I recall and more;
The arrival of World Post Day
Mail stubs are here to stay.
Reflect we must on UPU
Headquarters for mail crew
Of the Universal Postal,
A problem-solving hull;
Union taken for granted,
And benefits charted;
The UPU in many ways;
Hugs Bajan postal trays.
With pride and appreciation;
We in this small nation;
Celebrate World Post Day with hearts
In Bern's postal ramparts;
Such Swiss' confidence they instill;
In our postal mill;
Impacting all living beings
WNS seeks postings.
Stuck on historic road's outpost;
With alphabetic host
Forty-eight quatrains count and score
On verses one-eight-four.
© Paterika Hengreaves
October 9, 2011/Barbados
Working on Part V
The rock sat in Barrow;
Proudly wrapped in Broken Trident;
The Union Jack silent.
A bold shift in Bajan postage;
The royal head abridge;
When Queen Elizabeth gave back,
With great poise, and great tact.
This rock, her ancestors sliced up
Lapping royal tea-cup;
In the year sixteen twenty five.
Human rights ere deprive;
More than three hundred years preserved;
Before new Queen observed;
Her reign brings to Bajans new hope,
And a new skipping rope.
Each postage stamp bears Bajan craft;
Drives postal photograph;
With themes, and scenes of our land;
Sir Garry from Bayland;
Cricketer from Police Sports Club;
Queen Elizabeth dubbed;
Sir Garfield Sobers on the field;
Greatest all-rounder kneeled.
Bajan's living hero knighted;
Captaincy accepted;
Sir Frank Worrell ere his mentor;
At the wicket we saw;
He pleased huge crowds around the ground;
On him, merry-g-round;
Sir Garfield St Auburn Sobers;
Collie's death he ponders...
Traumatic time indeed for him;
Drinking tears kept him slim;
Hits six sixes in one over;
Pleasing crowds rolled-over.
Six successive balls in cricket,
From powerful wicket;
See him on postage Sir Gary;
Hones cricket skillfully.
Pause we must on October nine;
This thought floods brain of mine,
On postal anniversary;
Postage fraternity.
Eighteen hundred and sixty four,
This I recall and more;
The arrival of World Post Day
Mail stubs are here to stay.
Reflect we must on UPU
Headquarters for mail crew
Of the Universal Postal,
A problem-solving hull;
Union taken for granted,
And benefits charted;
The UPU in many ways;
Hugs Bajan postal trays.
With pride and appreciation;
We in this small nation;
Celebrate World Post Day with hearts
In Bern's postal ramparts;
Such Swiss' confidence they instill;
In our postal mill;
Impacting all living beings
WNS seeks postings.
Stuck on historic road's outpost;
With alphabetic host
Forty-eight quatrains count and score
On verses one-eight-four.
© Paterika Hengreaves
October 9, 2011/Barbados
Working on Part V
1 comment:
Checking in to see how you are Hope all is well paterika and enjoying your poetry. Amazing how much information you put in your poems. My hubby would like this one as he is a keen collector.
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