Pwindaykye Lonesom Me

A GLIMPSE INTO MY PWINDAYKYE GRANDFATHER WHERE HIS

FOOTSTEP TROD

Grandma and Grandpa is now living with God in heaven at the dome. But my Pwindaykye still remain as alive as a beautifully written poem. I can smell your salty air when I breathe and your crashing waves echo. And it takes me back to the time of old living in a hamlet made for two. Let us walk the road leading down to my Pwindaykye where grandpa fish. Five miles or so is a beautiful sport call Cannels untouched and unspoiled then. Only Grandma and grandpa live there near the house where Safe lives. The highway run near mama’s front door the smell of motor oil when they pass. A hamlet made for two surrounded by the birds in the day and cricket at night. No lamp post of sort but starry sky to lite up the neighborhood made for two. The crowded hamlet population of two live their miles from their nearest neighbor. Fish and cassava brooms and charcoal was a way of life, but they live united. The ground was dry water was scares guava and tamarind fruit was plenty. Old Safe and Leslie two of a kind but different as night and day were neighbors. Living near my Pwindaykye sharing the bounty of the land in the year of fifty- two The lonely road to Pwindaykye silent only the sound of fisherman could be heard. Traveling the dusty track down to a lost paradise and the home of the sea moss So silent you could hear the march of the red crabs as they made their way to sea. Oh, Pwindaykye how can I forget your beauty the innocent years of my upbringings. Grandma and Grandpa Leslie will not believe it how its change today oh Cannels.

Old Safe and grand pa Leslie called it Pwindaykye where the ocean

touch the sky and the white waves splash upon the rocks rising into a

misty umbrella.

ROSEMIS LEWIS: A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE Never again will you find such a woman as my grandma, grandma Woz, a lady of character a woman of substance a woman of great virtue, my grandmother was a heroine and time was her only enemy for in time she became short sighted but never lost her sight on life journey, At five in the morning you could sniff in the air the smell of flour cakes, as she gentle turn the last one over she would say to us you boys have to move fast I have but a short time before leaving for the country five miles from whence she live, take me with you I would always say to her and as usual she would reply one day when you are much older Grandma Woz. My favorite gal Finally, that day came when Grand Ma said to me, we are all going to the country tomorrow, the road was very narrow and muddy you could hardly call it a road at all it looks more like a track, over tree trunks and under makeshift bridges across muddy ravines we push on to finally arrive in a large field, at the end of the field were several bread fruits trees from those trees’ grandma would pick her fill of bread fruits.. continue reading in my autobiography recently publish on Amazon EXODUS CRACKS IN THE ARMOR.

A Well cared for net, is the prize of the fisherman bounty Keep going to your right on the way to Honeymoon beach, until you arrive at the small beach head relax you are in the heart of Pwindaykye Try not to get yourself lost in the mangrove, dead sailors spirit lives there, if you do too bad a hunting we will go.

VISIT MY

PWINDAYKYE

You must visit Honeymoon beach when in St. Lucia, you may not know this but if you are planning to visit Honeymoon beach, then you are smack deep in the heart of Pwindaykye, of course only the fishermen who patronize the little cove where the fishing boats are nestled knows this and they are keeping it their secret, but my Grand Pa told me all about it.