Category: guess the country

What is it about this island? 
That makes it to all paradise? 
Is it the people, plants, places 
That brings smiles to all faces. 
That venture into heaven 
on earth land? Spice isle!

The rain falls on white washed stones 
Trotting horses sweat out a day’s labour
Drawing many tourists thru streets 
worn by use in picturesque St George’s 

Oh! Mighty Grand Etang over yonder perched; 
A relic of some bygone disturbance, 

So, I have been writing a poem everyday for the past 67 days, and in that time I have made a series. Countries made into poems, and initially my plan was to publish a book when I wrote 195 country, but after talking with many people, I have decided to publish a book when we hit #50 country. So it will help if there are any recommendation to the poem or the book or any tips.

What is it about this island? 
That makes it to all paradise? 
Is it the people, plants, places 
That brings smiles to all faces. 
That venture into heaven on earth land? Spice isle!

The rain falls on whitewashed stones 
Trotting horses sweat out a day’s labour
Drawing many tourists thru streets 
worn by use in picturesque St George’s 

Oh! Mighty Grand Etang over yonder perched; 
A relic of some bygone disturbance, 

A beautiful gold found in centuries 
with the sound of proclamation, it sat on a stool, 
craft with integrity,  humanity, generosity, peace and humbleness 
It has a coat of many colours, 

Black star of hope and honour
To all who thirst for Liberty; 

I am African,
In whose ground you find gold
Even diamond
And many other precious jewels. 

I am African 
On the west coast you find hope,
A land beautified by nature and,
occupied by people that are well nurtured.