Eight rivers clear and bright <br />Towards the ocean flow. <br /> <br />Washed ashore me, found I <br />On the sands of paradise island. <br />The good ship Jesus <br />A splintered wreck, scattered around; <br />'twas with good fate, <br />The ship of the demon ran aground. <br /> <br />Scattered souls fill this beach <br />The ebbing tide deposited me <br />One of a few survivors. <br /> <br />The merchants of stock, wished to <br />Exchange me, for spice, gold, <br />Oil or flint lock. <br /> <br />The island in the ocean free me. <br />The wide ocean free me. <br /> <br />High on green mountains, I am. <br /> <br />© Calac<br /><br />Chris Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ocho-rios/
