Thursday, August 7, 2014

Division of UWI Coming to Vieux Fort

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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

....vieux-fort, a university town?..what a great idea; can see jobs and small business opportunities for the folks in VF. Now make it a reality!

August 8, 2014 at 12:48 PM
Anonymous said...

These neo Corinthian Columns are a fitting facelift for the coming renaissance in all places:

Helen' Royal Chalice

- sculpted by Neptune's own Atlantic and Caribbean wet embrace

-firmly grounded with a Moule-a-Cheque base.

- your wide open deep bays will welcome the speedy ferries to connect academicians sister isles
and your once Beane Field will further evolve to accomodate international students your sun kissed shores
-and your pastoral environs will provide the dorms, sanctuary, hospitality and adequate sustenance that the legions of eager global learners will need

BUT there is a small factor for this glorious revitalization OLD DUTCH FORT Town

Change or displace the HOOLIGAN ways of some-by force- if necessary

Remember the humble industrious service and eloquent manners of your recently departed Governor General. There are many many great role models past/ present who served or were raised in the South - follow their leads

Vieux-Fort has the potential to bring the world to Helen

But even a minority in Hooliganism can sabotage the best efforts.

Yuh! cannot expect world class guests if your local class act is enshrined in goat pens or pig stuys!!

August 8, 2014 at 6:23 PM
Anonymous said...

Three verses from an old intensely solemn poem, I sing for the serious industrious spirit past / present /future of VFort:


Culross
The Old Seaport
by David Macbeth Moir (1798–1851)

It spake of swart gray-headed men,
Now dust within their graves,
Who sailed with Barton or with Spens,
To breast the trampling waves;
And how, in shallops picturesque, 45
Unawed they drifted forth,
Directed by the one bright star
That points the stormy North.

And how, when windows rattled,
And strong pines bowed to earth, 50
Pale wives, with trembling children mute,
Would cower beside the hearth,—
All sadly musing on the ships
That, buffeting the breeze,
Held but a fragile plank betwixt 55
The sailor and the seas.

How welcome their return to home!
What wondrous tales they told,
Of birds with rainbow plumage,
And trees with fruits of gold; 60
Of perils in the wilderness,
Beside the lion’s den;
And huts beneath the giant palms,
Where dwelt the painted men!

August 8, 2014 at 7:14 PM

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