Gliding in slowly above the mountains
Gazing at the valleys below.
Stunning was her beauty
Standing tall, luxurious forests beckoning
There’s no place like home.
Nestled between Martinique and Guadeloupe
Surrounded and influenced by the French.
Shhh! Hear it in the way we speak
In our village names – Fond St Jean and Paix Bouche
In our traditional wear – Wob Dwiyet, Madras and Jupe.
Oh! So good it is to be home!
Places to visit, like The Carib Territory and the Cabrits.
Breathtaking hikes
The boiling lake, the world’s second largest
And cascading, majestic waterfalls.
Long and winding roads
Clear rivers, one for every day of the year.
Pristine air and the songs of birds
The beauty of the flowers
Citrus flourishing along the roadsides.
Fresh food and fruit in abundance
Crab backs, sancoche and callaloo.
Bakes, smoke herring and cocoa tea
Ton ton, fry fish and zaboca
Akwa titiwi and a roasted plantain.
A cultural melting pot,
Tim Tim! Bwa Sesh. Mesye Kwik! Kwak!
Cadence, Calypso and Creole Day
Jing ping, quadrille and bèlè
Ladies dressed in our traditional wear.
Kalinago and the nèg mawon
And Dominicans who left a story to tell.
Dame Mary Eugenia Charles, Mabel ‘Cissy’ Cauderion,
Edward Le Blanc and W.O.M Pond
Not forgetting Author Jean Rhys.
Dates like Sunday third November 1493
When Columbus sighted Wai’tukubuli
Dominica, he said she will come to be.
Then on third November 1978
Her Independence she finally gained.
Dominica!
Dominique!
Wai’tikubuli
So lush! So fruitful!
Yes! Tall Stands Her Body!
E Nisbett and G R John
