Where the Pomeroon Meets - James C. Richmond
July 2nd, 2007 |
Published in
Poetic Junction
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 meekI 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 cavesMy 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
