At Her Majesty Ria Celeste's Service Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

We left long before the sun rose high,
Stars still appeared in the morning sky,

Alfredo and Russ were before us,
Outside the glass, the bus left the grass,

From brown to green, it turned before the screen,
I heard a bird scream, beyond the clear stream,

Beyond the clear waters, swam the mighty one,
They call her Celeste, the queen of fun,

For a week we toiled to mend her ways,
Concealed deep under trees, away from rays,

But we did indeed let the sun caress,
Our skins, on the rocks, in the water, careless

After a week of work and fun, we returned,
Fulfilled, refreshed and our skins tanned!