There are hills that kiss that sunset line
sky as blue as seawater.
My breath leaves my lungs at the sight,
But the smell of mango trees revives it again.
We smash open jelly coconuts
Watch the white pulp stain our faces
Let the sun turn our skin darker brown
The man by the side of the road sells the sweets of the Earth for a living
The woman beside him bargains the price for braided tops
Red Stripe flows like Dunns River
My mother, my aunt;
Dance like the days when they were young girls
This is the place I call
Listen to "An Island Excursion At Eighteen" below.