With the texture of an Afro,
The rock sat in Barrow;
Proudly wrapped in Broken Trident;
The Union Jack silent.
A bold shift in Bajan postage;
The royal head abridge;
When Queen Elizabeth gave back,
With great poise, and great tact.
This rock, her ancestors sliced up
Lapping royal tea-cup;
In the year sixteen twenty five.
Human rights ere deprive;
More than three hundred years preserved;
Before new Queen observed;
Her reign brings to Bajans new hope,
And a new skipping rope.
Each postage stamp bears Bajan craft;
Drives postal photograph;
With themes, and scenes of our land;
Sir Garry from Bayland;
Cricketer from Police Sports Club;
Queen Elizabeth dubbed;
Sir Garfield Sobers on the field;
Greatest all-rounder kneeled.
Bajan's living hero knighted;
Captaincy accepted;
Sir Frank Worrell ere his mentor;
At the wicket we saw;
He pleased huge crowds around the ground;
On him, merry-g-round;
Sir Garfield St Auburn Sobers;
Collie's death he ponders...
Traumatic time indeed for him;
Drinking tears kept him slim;
Hits six sixes in one over;
Pleasing crowds rolled-over.
Six successive balls in cricket,
From powerful wicket;
See him on postage Sir Gary;
Hones cricket skillfully.
Pause we must on October nine;
This thought floods brain of mine,
On postal anniversary;
Postage fraternity.
Eighteen hundred and sixty four,
This I recall and more;
The arrival of World Post Day
Mail stubs are here to stay.
Reflect we must on UPU
Headquarters for mail crew
Of the Universal Postal,
A problem-solving hull;
Union taken for granted,
And benefits charted;
The UPU in many ways;
Hugs Bajan postal trays.
With pride and appreciation;
We in this small nation;
Celebrate World Post Day with hearts
In Bern's postal ramparts;
Such Swiss' confidence they instill;
In our postal mill;
Impacting all living beings
WNS seeks postings.
Stuck on historic road's outpost;
With alphabetic host
Forty-eight quatrains count and score
On verses one-eight-four.
© Paterika Hengreaves
October 9, 2011/Barbados
Working on Part V
The rock sat in Barrow;
Proudly wrapped in Broken Trident;
The Union Jack silent.
A bold shift in Bajan postage;
The royal head abridge;
When Queen Elizabeth gave back,
With great poise, and great tact.
This rock, her ancestors sliced up
Lapping royal tea-cup;
In the year sixteen twenty five.
Human rights ere deprive;
More than three hundred years preserved;
Before new Queen observed;
Her reign brings to Bajans new hope,
And a new skipping rope.
Each postage stamp bears Bajan craft;
Drives postal photograph;
With themes, and scenes of our land;
Sir Garry from Bayland;
Cricketer from Police Sports Club;
Queen Elizabeth dubbed;
Sir Garfield Sobers on the field;
Greatest all-rounder kneeled.
Bajan's living hero knighted;
Captaincy accepted;
Sir Frank Worrell ere his mentor;
At the wicket we saw;
He pleased huge crowds around the ground;
On him, merry-g-round;
Sir Garfield St Auburn Sobers;
Collie's death he ponders...
Traumatic time indeed for him;
Drinking tears kept him slim;
Hits six sixes in one over;
Pleasing crowds rolled-over.
Six successive balls in cricket,
From powerful wicket;
See him on postage Sir Gary;
Hones cricket skillfully.
Pause we must on October nine;
This thought floods brain of mine,
On postal anniversary;
Postage fraternity.
Eighteen hundred and sixty four,
This I recall and more;
The arrival of World Post Day
Mail stubs are here to stay.
Reflect we must on UPU
Headquarters for mail crew
Of the Universal Postal,
A problem-solving hull;
Union taken for granted,
And benefits charted;
The UPU in many ways;
Hugs Bajan postal trays.
With pride and appreciation;
We in this small nation;
Celebrate World Post Day with hearts
In Bern's postal ramparts;
Such Swiss' confidence they instill;
In our postal mill;
Impacting all living beings
WNS seeks postings.
Stuck on historic road's outpost;
With alphabetic host
Forty-eight quatrains count and score
On verses one-eight-four.
© Paterika Hengreaves
October 9, 2011/Barbados
Working on Part V
