Di Weather (Jamaican Poem)
by cavina sabrina atkinson
(5 rennie road bucks field, Ocho rios, St.ann, P.O, Jamaica)
Pain in mi knee, pain in mi back, a blame it on de weather
Pappy feel a twinge, a ache, a bite, him blame it on de weather .
My daughter vex, har daughter puff up, dem blame it on de weather
Church outing stop; field trip jus' drop, dem it on the weather .
Mi son done cuss, an' cuss him mus' him blame it on de weather .
Him buy a ticket, but it wash out cricket, him blame it on weather .
The pig turn round, three time I hear, wi blame it on di weather.
Butterflies, yellow ones clog the air, wi blame it on the weather.
Mi son wife cry, har clothes won't dry, she blame it on de the weather.
Is not me one a pray fi sun fi come, we all long fi dry weather :-)Editor's Note
This is great! Thanks for it.
Many times we attribute our lack, falls, losses, shortcomings, and indecision to the weather.
We need to remember that the weather has been like it has been for thousands of years, we need to learn how to adapt and take responsibility for our lives.
Very good, thanks. I hope you continue to do very well in school.