It seems cinnamon has always been

Scented trees among the panoply

Lending the air sweet perfume

Rolling down green hillsides

Towards a sapphire sea


The treasure of another time

When spices, like gold,

Were sought throughout the world

And men climbed mountains to strip the bark

To garnish a cake…in England


Today cinnamon is still here

Straight trees among the panoply

Still a treasure, in new ways

With roots in old plantation days

When life was simple and Seychelles-slow

And cinnamon was all you had to grow















About glynnburridge

Englishman who grew up in Iran and worked as an interpreter/translator before moving to Seychelles, becoming a published author and working as chief copywriter and tourism consultant for the Seychelles Tourism Board. Loves motorbikes. Enjoys cooking, tennis and hanging out.
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