You’re a rare and most precious jewel
In you there exist no shame
You proudly wake before sunrise
From up a hill down to a town
Barefoot you travel upon the pebbles
With unbearable loads upon your head
As merchant, you seek as others steal
Walking many a miles, you, the provider
To sell home grown products that some Often sneer at, as others rush to purchase
Your child is now a doctor
Written in 2013
MBM-Tine Brice
Martine Brice 