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Belize ( Central America )

Poetry

Jungle killing grounds

Inserted high above the trees From ‘ Choppers ‘ we did rope Heavy with equipment For handholds we did grope We’re swallowed by the canopy Of trees so high and thick Devoured by the darkness And branches hard as brick We drop onto the earth below The ropes they pull…
Tom Mcgreevy
16th February 2009
Poetry

THE BELIZE SNAKE

A snake crawled in my sleeping bag, I felt it on my leg. I knew it was a female snake, It said its name was “ Peg “ I held it in my hand, Its weight was next to ‘nowt. I didn’t want it in here, So then I threw…
Tom Mcgreevy
9th July 2007