Web Posted - Friday
December 24, 2021
When Steel Talks Reboot
‘Twas the night before J’Ouvert... A Steelpan Christmas Story
. . . and all through the yard,
no bomb tune was missing, no arrangement too hard.
The racks and the pans were made ready with care,
In hopes that St. Bradley soon would be there.
The panmen were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of road march danced in their heads.
Moms in her paint, and I feelin’ fine
had gone out a road for a jump and a wine.
When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
I ran from the yard to see what was the matter.
Down to the Savannah I flew like a flash,
To see who would win the prizewinning cash.
