The Hunt Is On

I was born there and have lived there for more than 20 years and didn't even thought of it. Lets see if this hunt can educate people like us who dont know how TB got its name. I wrote this poem base on my childhood growing up in TB.

TREASURE BEACH

FAR OVA INA JAMAICA
THERE IS AN AREA DEEP DOWN ON THE SOUTH COAST
A PLACE THAT I HAPPEN TO LIKE THE MOST
MY HOME TOWN----TREASURE BEACH

SWEET SWEET SUN, SWEET SWEET WOOD AN SWEET SWEET WATA, WEH MORE MI COULD ASK FA
NOT TO MENTION CHUNK FISH ROAST PAN WOOD FIRE
AND FISHERMAN COMING FROM SEA WID DEM CATCH FULL A LOBSTER--
NOTHING NUH SWEET LIKE WHEN THEM GI YUH TWO RAW DOLLA

MORNING TIME WHEN YUH COME OUT A DI HOUSE
DI ROAD FULL A PICKNEY INA GREEN UNIFORM WID WHITE BLOUSE
WHEN YUH LUK PAN DEM-- EVERY ONE A DEM FEYVA
CAUSE DOWN THIS SIDE EVERY BODY RELATED TO THEM ONE ANOTHER

NOTHING NUH NICE LIKE WHEN YOU GUH FAR OUT AN COMING BACK
AND YOU REACH THE POLICE STATION UP A TOP
YUH SEE THE SIGN SEH WELCOME TO TREASURE BEACH
YUH SIT UP AND BLOW A SIGN A RELIEF
AND SEH TANK GOD MI REACH
WHEN YOU TURN THE CORNA AN SI DI BLUFF AND GREAT POND YUH SUH GLAD YUH WAAN COME OUT A DI VEHICLE AN WALK YUH TWO FUT GALONG.
To Be Contd.