"Traditions" - Bahamas AI art
Hold On To Tradition
In the islands where the turquoise waters gleam,
Where the skies are bright and the palm trees dream,
A rhythm beats deep in Bahamian hearts,
A culture alive, where history imparts.
Hold on to tradition, to the roots that run deep,
To the stories passed down, to the memories we keep.
In the still of the night, when the conch shells call,
The Junkanoo drums awaken us all.
With feathers and bells, we dance in the street,
A pulse in our veins, the rhythm of feet.
Bright costumes of color, a sight to behold,
An echo of ancestors, brave and bold.
For in the parade, we honor the past,
A celebration of spirit, a culture steadfast.
Hold on to tradition, let it light up the way,
For the future is built on the past of today.
The hands of our elders weave stories in straw,
With each twist and turn, there’s beauty and awe.
Straw work and sculpture, from wood carved with care,
Speak to the craftsmanship long nurtured there.
Through market stalls brimming with treasures untold,
We cherish these gifts that our forebears have sold.
Hold on to tradition, to the art of our land,
Where the skill of the people is steady and grand.
