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Poem – Lovely Guyana

in 1972 - 1973

Guyana, Guyana my country so fairWith beautiful waters so clear.You have so many happy bandsPlaying all around on the lovely sand.   From Mount Roraima's high landsTo Corentyne's low landsThere are some very beautiful treesThat sing to the lofty breeze   Guyana has so many distant shores.Her rivers, lakes and streamsThese are the joyous days of yoreThat there are so many happy dreams.   Omawati Singh –...

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Poem – Guyana

in 1972 - 1973

Guyana dear land of our birth,The fertile source of all dirt,The ousing corporation and agriculture fieldsWill bring us all the great harvest yields.   Guyana, my land I love so dearWith lakes and rivers that have water so clearProduces bauxite, rice, lumber and goldSometimes exported to be sold   By sunshine and flowers all happy go luckyWith it's grandeur of mountains so rockyGuyana so beautiful, so exciting and gayAwaits all opportunities to seize for the day   Nadira Bankay –...

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Poem – At School

in 1972 - 1973

As I get a glimpse of my school,A wide smile spreads on my face,To see my friends and teachers again,To see my school, the educational place.   My friends always like geeing me,I am eager to see them tooWe all like to do our school work,And to co-operate in everything we do.   School, all pupils like school,Where teachers and pupils unite,School I like to attend,And enjoy on every school day,The sweet companionship.   Sandra...

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Poem – An Accident By Car

in 1972 - 1973

On Monday 10th September is a day to rememberOn Monday morning I was going to buy plantains and I was hit down by car.At this same day my brother was writing exam, and he crossed me over the road.They took me to New Amsterdam Hospital.I stayed in hospital for five months.The owner of the car had to pay $300 fine for me.   S. Nandkishore –...

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Berbice High School Pot-Pouri

in 1972 - 1973

Berbice High is a complex, a complex indeedOf buildings and people of many a creedFound near to the Mental from where blows the breezeWhich cools our temper and puts us at easeAlso near the Penitentiary where the oversmart goSo perhaps its not terrible to be somewhat slowSo listen a moment and you will hearSome of the mad things which happen there.   Our teachers, there're many, tall, short, fat and thinSmiling and pleasant or frowning and grimWith Degrees and Diplomas there're a qualified lotBut to look at them fleetingly you'd never guess that.The men might wear slippers or shirts without tiesWhile the ladies are dressed from their toes to their eyesThere are some who might feel eating in class is a sinWhile others allow us to indulge every whim.   Among them there's Rambi who says “What's an organ?”Says Flora – sotto voce – a thing you play on.Then Rambi replies, “Child you make me quiverAn organ's a structure such as the liver''At inter-house football said Fergo the clever“Pugsley for ever, we shall fail never”But later they lost to Mackay, the bestMon Dieu! Oh la la; what a wonderful jest   Our inter-house sports meet was quite a fun fairWe yelled and we shouted and laughed without careThe 200-metres, girls l 7+ raceWas run quite successfully – but oh, what a pace!Pearly of Scrimgeour was in that teamCame third out of three – wasn't that a scream?Think of Father who started with twenty yards graceAnd manage to end without making a space.   The forms are as varied as can beSome quiet and simple, others rough and noisy5R is the centre of madness and prideWhere genius and ignorance dwell side by sidePrefect Richard with so many graces and airsDoesn't know what type of shirt-jac he should wearBut Mikey, the Cheetah, after winning the milePut the form right up high at the top of the pile   What of Nancy's who's hurrying from the Lab to her classWhere old Adin is seated, his face as bare as brassMena and Dira who are going for a strollStop to ask Nancy, “What's next on your roll?”Suddenly there arose from the class such a bellow,“Move on, stop loitering like a lazy fellow”Those three...

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