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I long to feel that cool cool breeze

As I think every day of small island life

With breadfruit, mango and banana trees

And men picking coconuts at such great heights

Local children dressed in colourful clothes

Pretty frocks and skirts; I used to wear some of those

With sun drenched roads you look for cover

It’s much much hotter than the British summer

    The towns busy today; cruise ships are in

    Tourists a coming and the spending begin

    Most wants arts and crafts and plenty rum

    They only have one day to this run

Down by the beach is where you’ll find me

There’s nothing like the warm water of the Caribbean Sea

With quiet coves and black volcanic sands

You don’t want to leave till the sun goes down

As I take the bus to where I’m going

I enjoy the sweet reggae music playing

They come frequent and drive past when full up

There’s no bell to press just shout ‘Bus Stop’

It wasn’t so long ago that I was there

As going home is a long distance affair

I find that keeping in touch is expensive too

But the pictures on my desktop keeps reminding me of you.

One Space asks the author 'What does Black History Month mean to you?'

“Celebrating all that is positive in my culture, the heroes and the she-roes.  Coming together with my community and encouraging children to be positive about their culture.  To know their past so they can look to their future.”

Read about Mary Seacole who came from the Caribbean and became the Greatest Black Briton in 2004.

Cook up something delicious with our Caribbean Recipes.

Images courtesy of Tamas Iklodi & Mike Dunn