This land that I call my own, is dear to me ‘cos it is my home. I know for sure what she is worth, because she is land of my birth. Her picturesque twin peaks enable her to stand out, her lush vegetation speak the words of nature’s mouth. Her beautiful beaches welcome the ocean’s seas, with palms and coconuts dancing in the breeze.
Delightfully carved with hills and valleys, with waterfalls escaping from them, so refreshingly free. The Amazona Versicolor singing the songs of our isle, and our iguanas and exotic lizards roaming in the wild.
Our towns and villages exhibit our culture and past. The Amerindians and slaves, a history of scars that forever last. But we sing songs of freedom, no longer the ones to exploit, our people are vibrant, hospitable and greet you with joy.
Our walk-in volcano and boiling springs- a sight to see, you certainly can’t miss. Our finger-licking creole dishes are one of a kind, we’ve got everything to convince you to leave your country behind.
No matter the place I visit in the world, I’ll never forget you, I’ll always return. Saint Lucia you truly are the best, Helen of the universe, sweet Helen of the West.
