This poem about the Cuban Emerald Hummingbird was shared by James Blackburn, a guest on our recent People-to-People Cuba trip.


The Cuban Emerald Hummingbird
by James Blackburn

At the sugar plantation.
On the way to Trinidad
Near the Cuban coast.
No longer do the slaves work the fields.
No longer do the masters live
In the fancy part of Trinidad.
Sr. Iznaga is no longer here
To watch the emerald hummingbird
Work the honeysuckle-like flowers
Draped along the exterior wall
Of the yellow house
He no longer possesses –
Dispossessed by revolt and revolution,
Dispossessed by peasants
And the sons and daughters of privilege,
Fighting alongside one another
In an effort to form a better place.

The hummingbird flits from flower to flower
Taking what she needs to survive,
Getting nurture from the place
Where she belongs
Which is her right.

So I come to Cuba
And learn of natural rights
And I like the learning.


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