A stroll on Front Street feels so new,
paved roads where sandy paths once grew.
I miss the calm, the walk,
no cars, no rush, just time to talk.
The town was quiet, soft, and slow,
a life tourists never quite did know.
Though busier now, with carts and pace,
this island’s still my sacred place.
By the Caribbean Sea I stay,
where dawn breaks gentle, night to day.
A sunrise whispers, calm and free,
still home, still love, still part of me. (Continue scrolling down to see how Front Street looks like today…)
Front Street Today
