Poem by Naraine Datt

Remembering Bush Lot
No matter anywhere I go
Despite the pomp and show
Whether it’s warm, cold or hot
I always remember Bush Lot
Going to sea-shore feeling the sweet breeze
Yes Bush Lot is the best village in Berbice
With my buddies going to the backdam
Making metagee with plantain and yam
Raiding the mango and jamoon trees
Jumping the middle-walk with ease
Or going for sweet water coconut
Down by Syl’s grandfather tiny hut
By the Big Saline sand reef bathing
After we finish carey-carey catching
I always remember coming from the Abary
Reaching the Crown Dam tired and hungry
And as we reach Ranger Uncle Walter he said
“By I got nothing just some rice and bread”
With the rice with oil and onion we mix
A piece of saltfish and saney it give it a kick
And man! that meal tasted so sweet
Like that up to today I never ever eat
But when I go back to Bush Lot a few years ago
All my friends left or passed away, a sad blow
And I’m very sad for Bush Lot has that special space
In my heart for its home to me,yea! it’s a special place

– Naraine Datt