Jamaica’s lions poised in fall’s display,
a brilliant white on umber bricks and leaves.
The thrumming heart of family homes convey
a sense of safety. Visitors perceive
those quiet, elegant, older homes,
all cuddled up with brooding tenements,
are story tellers. Whispered, secret tones
are wind-blown sussurated sentiments.
The marble lion watches, paw upraised,
as time continues marching through the years.
The sentinel remains, though unamazed,
to witness passing courage, growth, and fears.
The Pride of Queens withholds his noble roar
and overlooks the street forever more.
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