Wednesday

Coffee poem - dedicated to Jamaica's Blue mountain peak

 Deep in Jamaica's  green grassy hills,

Lies a coffee bud that everyone distills,

A bean that's rare, a flavor divine,

Blue Mountain coffee by name, It is so fine.


Grown at heights so high and great,

With a cool ambiance and a mellow state,

Picked by skilled hands, with care and lots of love,

Sorted and sun-dried by the glorious sun above,


Roasted to perfection, to produce a unique taste

 You dare not let a drop of it waste 

Blue Mountain coffee, how sweet thou art,

A drink so smooth, it warms the heart.


An aroma that lingers, a taste that is bold,

A flavor that is worth more than it's weight in gold.

So raise a cup savor the taste, feast on the smell,

Blue Mountain coffee, it's mighty swell, as every Jamaican can tell!

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