Belize My Native Land

Belize my native land
A letter by your daughter’s hand
For a legacy from my peers long gone
For this I thank thee

This land of lush green forests
The bush lands of Belize
The rivers and creeks where waters flow
For this I thank thee

The morning mist that rises at dawn
From this land of sea and sand
A message told that we are one
For this I thank thee

For the brightly coloured birds you gave to me
Tip-toeing in the lowlands, some flying high
Of natures hurray - you can hear them sing
For this I thank thee

Your tropical breezes whispers to me
This land we must protect
This place where man and beast are one
For this I thank thee

By: Juanita Nena RudonBeeke

Belizean Art

Sunbreeze Suites invites you to come to Belize and discover its exciting variety of art. This blog is dedicated to an excellent artist of Belize: Pen Cayetano.

Packing List

Here is a list of the basic things you need to take to the beach and you should not forget under any circumstances:

1. Sunscreen
2. Swimsuit
3. Sunglasses
4. Hat or cap
5. Sandals
6. Towel

Remember to visit Sunbreeze Suites!

http://www.sunbreezesuites.com/

A Christmas Childhood in Ireland

My father played the melodion

Outside at our gate;

There were stars in the morning east;

And they danced to his music.

Across the wild bogs his melodion called

To Lennons and Callans.

As I pulled on my trousers in a hurry

I knew some strange thing had happened.

Outside in the cow-house my mother

Made the music of milking;

The light of her stable-lamp was a star

And the frost of Bethlehem made it twinkle.

A water-hen screeched in the bog,

Mass-going feet

Crunched the wafer-ice on the pot-holes,

Somebody wistfully twisted the bellows wheel.

My child poet picked out the letters

On the grey stone,

In silver the wonder of a Christmas townland,

The winking glitter of a frosty dawn.

Cassiopeia was over

Cassidy's hanging hill,

I looked and three whin bushes rode across

The horizon - the Three Wise Kings.

An old man passing said:

"Can't he make it talk" -

The melodion, I hid in the doorway

And tightened the belt of my box-pleated coat.

I nicked six nicks on the door-post

With my penknife's big blade -

There was a little one for cutting tobacco.

And I was six Christmases of age.

My father played the melodion,

My mother milked the cows,

And I had a prayer like a white rose pinned

On the Virgin Mary's blouse.

-Patrick Kavanagh-

Anthem of belize

O Land of the Free by the Carib Sea,

Our manhood we pledge to thy liberty!

No tyrants here linger, despots must flee

This tranquil haven of democracy.

The blood of our sires, which hallows the sod,

Brought freedom from slavery oppression's rod,

By the might of truth and the grace of God.

No longer shall we be hewers of wood.

Chorus

Arise, ye sons of the Baymen's clan!

Put on your armour, clear the land!

Drive back the tyrants, let despots flee!

Land of the Free by the Carib Sea!

Nature has blessed thee with wealth untold,

O'er mountains and valleys where prairies roll;

Our fathers, the Baymen, valiant and bold

Drove back the invader, this heritage hold

From proud Rio Hondo to old Sarstoon,

Through coral isle, over blue lagoon,

Keep watch with the angels, the stars and moon.

For freedom comes tomorrow's noon.

Chorus

Arise, ye sons of the Baymen's clan!

Put on your armour, clear the land!

Drive back the tyrants, let despots flee!

Land of the Free by the Carib Sea!