Come Young Pirates, Fuerteventura (X X X V)
An island of strong fortune, Fuerteventura sits
basking in the warm rays of the sun's temperate joy,
facing the blue sparkling waters of the Atlantic
with its dark volcanic mountains ominously poised
watching as ancient Phoenicians gazed on its beauty;
when North Africans and Carthaginians sailed its shores
smiling as the pristine white greeted their land starved eyes.
Mounting expeditions after enduring months at sea,
Roman's witnessed the bevy behind Planasia's doors;
marauding winds sweeping across its unwrinkled face
aiding the flight of Blue Emperor and Scarlet dragonflies
delighting in their swiftness, mating beneath the skies.
Thursday, April 8, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: canary,islands,adventure,pirate,story
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Come Young Pirates, is a series of adventure and descriptive sea poems. In this segment, the Captain and his crew visit seventeenth century Fuerteventura, one of the Canary Islands, named Planasia by the Romans.