Island Dreams: My Life as a boy

Island Dreams was meant to capture and freeze one moment in time that has shaped and given us all such a vision of the Bahamas- the same vision that my grandfather saw as he looked at mangoes growing so beautifully on the trees…the pride of a beautiful brown sapa dilly as he admired the taste and aroma of one bite….the papaya’s, golden orange as the sun basked down upon them….the sweet smell of the sugar apples ripening on the tree….and ooooohhh the sour sop dripping with pure delight. May we remember the crabbing season… the hauling nets…and yes the smell of the sea grapes filling us with such sweet desire…this is our home land…..this is the shores that beckon us all back…this is the land of Pindling….and Cecil…this is our Bahama Land….and with that I say: “Lift up your head to the rising sun, Bahamaland; March on to glory, your bright banners waving high. See how the world marks the manner of your bearing! Pledge to excel through love and unity. Pressing onwards, march together to a common loftier goal; Steady sunward, tho' the weather hide the wide and treacherous shoal. Lift up your head to the rising sun, Bahama land, 'Til the road you've trod lead unto your God, MARCH ON, BAHAMA LAND.”