Freshman Seminar – Spring 2015, DTD

I walk, and as I walk I Breath,

deep, clean, crisp.

This is what I call home.

My skin becomes sticky from the ocean mist,

clinging to every skin cell and infusing in me the essence of this land.

How I miss this place,

My land, my home, my love.

The people, oh the people,

how they love with hearts overflowing,

Will ensure that our culture,

Is one that will become your dwelling.

So sit and understand why all of this praise is given to,

My land, my home, my love.

With vegetation so rich, and culture so deeply rooted,

It’s no wonder why this island is everyone’s choosing.

From dancing and singing in colors of red, green and gold,

To relaxing under the sun, toes in the sand, with a drink ice cold.

There is no place i’d rather be than,

enjoying the sweet melodies of

My Land, my home, my love…………….. Grenada.