Feuding and fighting
my little rainbow
LITTLE RAINBOW
A Strange Encounter
like a General it step up to me!
LITTLE RAINBOW
Never
again
will
you
find
such
a
woman
as
my
grandma,
Grandma
Worz,
a
lady
of
character,
a
woman
of
substance,
a
woman
of
great
virtue
Grandmother
was
a
heroine,
and
time
was
her
only
enemy,
for
in
time
she
became
short-sighted
but
never
lost
her
sight
on
a
life
journey.
At
five
in
the
morning,
you
could
sniff
in
the
air
the
smell
of
flour
cakes.
She
gen
-
tly
turned
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
lives,
take
me
with
you
I
would
always
say
to
her
and
as
usual
she
would
reply
one day when you are much older.
ACKNOWLEDGE:
I am the poet Kenvil Atkins Lewis, also
an author, if you know my history you
would not be amazed at my voyages
from my infancy into the twilight of my
years, this is a true extract of my sweet
home Canelles, my parents left me when
I was just a mere tot, I was carried here
there and everywhere, but the greatest
pleasure I have known was when I was
placed in the custody of my grand-
mother who lived at Canelles, that was a
long time ago, this is my story as I re-
member it from Canelles to Micoud and
the United States. I call it as it is an
Experience Under Fire.
KENVIL IN CANELLES HER MAJESTY
MARIA ANGELINA LEWIS (Ma Leslie)
Chapter 1
Frankly, she could be the queen here in
Canelles, there were no other woman
folks to oppose her rulership, she was
the only woman for miles around who
had a family residing in the little Hamlet
of two they called Canelles, hands down,
I believe she was the queen, Canelles'
only queen.
LIBRARY CORNER FRENDS OF KENVIL POETRY OASIS
Poetry Oasis is simply divine knowing that my poetry written words were inspired by Almighty Jehovah God himself, God is here just like he was with his chosen Israelite, Who is greater than Jehovah God, God is abundance he
hears your cries, out of the rock in the desert gush out streams of water, an Oasis of fresh water for all to drink this was the mighty hands of Jehovah God at work, Poetry Oasis is also words given to me by the Lord almighty so I
dare not take credit for the books that I have written thus far
Friends of Kenvil Poetry Oasis Library Corner Book Club
1952 THROUGH 2025
A GLIMPSE INTO MY PWNDAYKYE GRANDFATHER WHERE HIS FOOTSTEP TROD
Grandma and Grandpa are now living with God in heaven at the dome. But my Pwindaykye remains 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 fishes. Five miles or so is a beautiful sport called Cannel's, untouched and unspoiled then. Only
Grandma and Grandpa live near the house where Safe lives. The highway runs 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 crickets at night. No lamp
post of any sort, but a starry sky to light up the neighborhood made for two. The crowded hamlet population lives two miles from their nearest neighbor. Fish and cassava brooms, and charcoal were a way of life, but they lived
united. The ground was dry, water was scarce, and guava and tamarind fruit were 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 fifty-two. The lonely road to Pwindaykye was silent, and only the sound of a 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 upbringing? Grandma and Grandpa Leslie will not believe how much has changed today on Canelles.
Old Safe and Grandpa Leslie called it Pwindaykye, where the ocean touched the sky and the white waves splashed 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 W oz, 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 looked 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 breadfruits.. continue reading in my autobiography
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EXODUS CRACKS IN THE ARMOR 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. A well-cared net is the prize of the fisherman's 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' spirits live there, if you do too badly a hunting, we will go.
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Strange Encounter with a Pigeon
