“You can cut all the flowers, but you can’t keep spring from coming.” –Pablo Neruda
There’s something about Spring Bank—a charming, tucked-away community in the parish of St. Thomas—that keeps calling me back. It’s become my favorite place in the parish, a sanctuary I now consider sacred.
This time, I returned to Poorman’s Corner, determined to uncover more of the hidden gems that Spring Bank has been keeping secret.
The view that sparked my wanderlust years ago? It’s even prettier in person. I can only imagine how much more breathtaking it would’ve been with heavier rainfall—but even now, it was definitely worth the journey.
I’ve left pieces of my heart in Spring Bank, and that’s why I keep coming back. Again and again.
This place is so unspoiled, so pristine, I believe visitors should sign a pledge—to respect and preserve its natural beauty and cultural heritage.
This isn’t just a place—it’s a legacy, a living canvas of untouched Jamaica. It deserves nothing less.
Here I am, in Spring Bank again, mapping out a lifetime of memories.
I’m on an endless quest to visit every waterfall this place has hidden within its hills. And I mean it—heaven is a place on earth, and I’ve found it here in Spring Bank.
My tour guide from White Rock Waterfall and Bath Fountain joined me again—thankfully, because my other local guide from Spring Bank had to cancel. We made our way via bike (yes, he also doubled as my transportation), weaving through the curves and secrets of the hills.
Funny enough, the guide said he didn’t know why this section of the river was named Poorman's Corner. It’s rich in beauty, that’s for sure.
I had been so close to Waterfall Number Eleven on my previous visit—but we didn’t have time to go farther. Now, with the dry season approaching, I was grateful to find water still flowing down the rocks.
This waterfall reminded me of Mosquito Falls (Waterfall Number Five)—and let’s just say, we found the mosquitoes' den
My homemade mosquito repellent had leaked in my bag, so we had to light a fire to keep them at bay. And thank goodness we did—without the smoke, the attack would've been relentless.
Even so, a few fearless mosquitoes seemed immune to the smoke. I ignored them, embraced the moment, and snapped photo after photo.
Waterfall Number Eleven was a peaceful, picturesque scene. It also reminded me of Lime Bush Waterfall in Portland—a soft, familiar echo of a place I love dearly.
We were surrounded by towering trees and lush ferns, and the area was lined with large, photogenic rocks—perfect for a laid-back shoot or a relaxing rest.
For a few moments, I just sat still—breathing in the silence and the coolness in the air. I could’ve stayed there forever.
But once the fire died down and the mosquitoes returned with a vengeance, we decided it was time to move on.
On our way out, we stumbled upon a beautiful waterfall trail, and of course—I had to stop for a few more photos. The light, the greenery, the energy—everything begged to be captured.
I have to admit—I’m slowly becoming addicted to the Parish of St. Thomas. Each corner offers something new. Each trail holds a secret. Each waterfall leaves a mark.
What did you think of Waterfall Number Eleven? Have you been to Poorman’s Corner or seen a waterfall during the dry season? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below.
See you at Waterfall Number Twelve! 🌿💧
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