My First Morning in Jamaica

It’s not Shakespeare but it’s mine and I’ve done it. Thirty poems in thirty days. I can’t believe I really wrote a poem every day.

The sun seemed brighter in the sky
On my first morning in Jamaica
When I went to the pier with my brother
The oldest child in my family

On my first morning in Jamaica
I watched the boys dive in the water
With the oldest child in my family
And saw men working on the docks

I watched the boys dive in the water
As the tourists tossed coins in the water
And saw men working on the docks
With a real sailing ship nearby

The tourists tossed coins in the water
Water clear enough to see the bottom
And a real sailing ship was nearby
On that morning as I watched the boys dive

The water was clear enough to see the bottom
When I went to the pier with my brother
On that morning as I watched the boys dive
When the sun seemed brighter in the sky