Inside the gate the smell of strong tea in the air 
With burnt toast and real butter 
Outside the gate, strong cinnamon and nutmeg. 
But I preferred the neighbors who 
Cooked rice, plantain and pepper sauce 
And the other that made me nauseous at times, 
Fried curry rice and herbs. 
But I could stand the garlic 
And onions from the other side 
As I wondered how many bags of onion could smell that strong. 
The dawn came each morning and the sun was never late 
Transporting these scents through the neighborhood. 
Now I wonder if there is anyone left to admire the dawn 
And smell the scents floating in the air. 
The only equalizer on KuKuhill was the dawn. 
The dawn is still spectacular on Kukuhill 
Even if time and change have robbed it of its audience. 
Nature makes up for everything 
With the perfect moon and such 
And for the Hilltop at KuKuhill 
The dawns were spectacular 
With the dew drops on the grass 
Reflecting like crystals from the sun rising in the East 
And those insects who have ventured into the light 
Now lying helpless on the ground, 
Struggling to recapture their lost flight 
Before the crows and other birds 
Make a feast of them, 
Before the sun fully shows itself 
The dawn was still spectacular on KuKuhill.