Last night I dreamt of the bus
I rode in from Hana to Ke'anae
where the arboretum is
in northeast Maui
Green mountains surround
remote Hana - the highway
crosses narrow bridges
over streams
flowing from Haleakala
through terrain lush
with fields of flowers
to the blue Pacific
Aloha we exclaim
as the bus jounces along
past Wai'anapanapa
all the way to Wailua
I dreamt and seemed
to smell the salty ocean
again and feel sunshine
in my face - Aloha!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aloha, Mike. I loved going to Hana the first time and this poem of yours has taken me back...waaaaay back. Maui No Ka Oi. Barb