Memories of Bermuda

The orange and blue sky filled with cumulus clouds.

The pristine sound with reflecting sea.

The gigantic full moon lighting up the morning.

The shelly beach with stowaway seaweed.

The miniature cars zipping along the left side of the road, 

beeping at the sign, "Honk If You Prayed This Morning".

The procession of red ants moving down the church walls.

The crazy man drifting on his peddle bike.

The crab spider resting on silver web,

water condensation is its only catch.   

The thrashing waves against the coast rocks.

The pastel houses sprouting from the lush green grass.

The hook shaped island fishing in the sea.

The Rastafarian with dread locks past his hips. 

The back of town with villains resting in its corners, 

staring with bloodshot eyes. 

The stow away bulldog charging up the hill.

The school children crowded around their football game. 

The Christmas boat parade with lighted ships,

 sailing past the dock on a cool December night.

The saintly murals on the walls of the African Orthodox Church.

The fizzle of freshly poured ginger beer.

The wet roads, with oil merging to the top.

The pink sanded beaches. 

The dancing gombey with colorful wardrobe and pea-cocked headdress.

The old barn thrift shop with more donations than it can handle.

The smile of an old saintly Italian woman named Rita,

every wrinkle expressing her love of life.

The hopeful artist dreaming of becoming Michael Angelo. 

The golden bronze skin, blue eyes, and unforgettable smiles 

of the people of Bermuda.