As the pink florescent clouds drifted by
The beach was pure white sand
And the sea, a brilliant deep blue
The coconut trees, swayed to the beat
Of tropical drums as the villagers
Practice for the festival of flowers
Upon the glimmering sands
The slender girls swayed their hips
As they danced a magical dance
Of love that was for eternity
Gracefully their hands glided
As they swung their hips
All in a row, oh what a sight to behold
The mamas sat under their shady tree
Making flower head bands for each
Of the dancing girls with a colourful ray
Of hibiscus flowers, that would
Adorn there lovely necks
The men standing in the blistering sun
Drumming with all their heart
With all their soul
As they swayed to the island beat
This is how the story, was told
As my father shared his memory
Oh, how he missed his tropical home
My eyes mist over with tears
Oh, how I miss them so
I close my eyes, and hope and pray
That one day I will see the land
Were my parents were raised
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem