NATURE by H.D.

Carberry

We have neither

nor

Neither

nor

We have instead the days

When the gold Magnificently.

shines on the lush green

fields

The days when the

beats like

on the

And there is no sound but the swish of H20 in the gullies

And

struggling in the high Jamaica winds.

Also there are the days when guango trees

fade from off

And the reaped

fields lie bare and fallow to the

But best of all there are the days when the the logwood blossom When the bushes are full of the sound of Bs and the

and

scent of

When the tall breath of air,

sways and shivers to the slightest

When the

have paved the earth with yellow

And beauty comes suddenly and the

have gone.