piles of rocks like pencils
forming island, for shelter
for fishermen, storms come
leaving palms in disarray
sailboats lost at sea, sunk
marooned to deep of swirling
waves as high as coconut
when rainbow forms by bay
we celebrate to start day
fix our rooftops and boats
ready for hunting big fish
while maidens saw our nets
feed hungry kids with poi
we sail sea to share wealth
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