Down the river Essequibo where the Pomeroon meetsTo get my pot of Gold. My journey to completeUnder the shores like men of yore. Toiling in the sun and heatOf this blessed earth. My melodic songs will seekLike poetry and the reverent hymn. With reverence meek

I bow my mud -caked feet. On the ground that my God did speak

And shout to the heavens: My Eldorado I found which men seek
To journey home along my rivers banks and caves

My vivid dream and my Cinderella will come. To talk in lofty phrase

Of my travels and things I’ve seen. Under the moon-lit sky of the days

Bringing to life a new born. To the essence of life one’s left amazed

And the things that men found cans never be heaven bound. And craved

Like food to return to the Pomeroon. To refill the vision of all age

All sons and daughter will journey too. And always will remain

in Guyana’s heart-land. Where from the bosom remembers again

Even in solitude and distant lands. And will hasten to bring fame

To my Beloved Mother or Father. My heart-felt love, a heart which bled in pain

Demerara, Berbice, Essequibo where the Pomeroon meets. Guyana remains

Poem by: James C. Richmond