Wyndon Villafuerte

My Beloved Island Of Guam

In a paradise underneath the sky,
The atmosphere seemingly appears calm;
But there is more to it than meets the eye
On the tiny island I call Guam.

It’s an island that no one seems to know,
Located in the middle of nowhere,
Where the lush palm trees abundantly grow
And the scent of salt permeates the air.

It’s a place where the people are friendly,
And are willing to lend a helping hand;
Greeting you with warm hospitality
In a language you might not understand.

“Hafa adai! ” (Hah-fah-day) a common phrase one might say,
When ...