An Ode to Bush Medicine
Across the cays where turquoise waters gleam,
Where island sunbeams spark a golden dream,
Beyond the walls of cities, sleek and new,
A timeless healing waits in fields of blue.
It whispers softly in the ocean breeze,
Among the coppice, pine, and gum elemi trees—
The sacred bush, the heritage and art
That pulse like lifeblood through a nation’s heart.
From Bimini down to Inagua’s shore,
Our grandmothers preserved this ancient lore,
A gentle pharmacy by nature grown,
Where every leaf and root was widely known.
Long before clinics rose upon the street,
Where herbal wisdom and devotion meet,
The remedy for fever, ache, or chill
Was gathered quiet from the native hill.












