Wednesday, June 22, 2016

The Islanders

What happens when you gather fruits
Or climb the coconut trees 
With no worries of shirts or trousers
To tear or a need keep them clean  

Yesterday with the winds blowing
They drifted off in a canoe 
I imagine they had a good time 
For they dallied for a year or two 
Though at times I reckoned they'd come to some grief 
So what’s happening and how are they faring

To say the fair of skin in that land so far away
They traveled to
Would be different than on our islanders
Might be an understatement 

Today like a silhouette
In the fading Islands sun
Their canoe drifted back into the bay  
But whatever the reason for their return, we are glad  

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