Grenada Poem by ENOCH JOHN

The rain falls on white washed stones of Grenada,
Trotting horses sweat out a day's labour
Drawing merry tourists thru streets
Worn by use in picturesque St George's.

The harbour sits quiet like tranquil heaven,
Interrupted briefly by a passing flock of birds,
And tired fishermen pull in their reluctant catch,
As on the spice isle sweepingly descends the night.

Oh! Mighty Grand Etang over yonder perched;
A relic of some bygone disturbance,
When the earth's crust burst as the lava flowed......
A formation of creative wonder!

I had dreamt of some earthly paradise......
A place where peace wedded love:
Oh! Come to sweet tranquil Grenada,
A jewel in the Caribbean Sea.