Never ending beaches of pure white sand Islanders version of the promised land Surrounded by,a sea so clear Appreciating its beauty was no fear
Manta's jumped an whales swam by Sharks could be seen for a far cry Dolphins frolicked an danced all around For this pristine place was their playground
Brahminy kites scoured the coast Searching for a reliable host Wallabies an roos skittled around Always nervous as if to be found
Inland you'll find even more beauty to see Brown lake tainted by the tea tree Underground water filtering in Made blue lake swimming an overwhelming sin
Its overflow part of sacred ground From there it flows oceanbound Through the swamp an breeding place Of natures creatures in their space
Eighteen miles of intensity Birds reeds an flowers to be Amongst it all the odd swimming hole To wash the salt an soothe the soul
From the ridges of this special place Views can be seen that will just amaze Sister islands an intriguing bays Are all apart of the island ways
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Posted: Apr 2011
About this poem:
Cant say too much ...........if you happen to stumble on this place you will know what i am talking about.........
Hi, Nuwahri61, Eighteen miles of intensity...To wash the salt an soothe the soul can be found in the poet's Special Place, this well-painted sacred ground.
I happened to stumble on this beauty of a poem, thought everyone should enjoy it yet once again. Thank you for taking us to the dreamland and letting us work our imagination.
Hey thanks marikia i am contemplating revisiting very shortly so your timing could not have come at a better time .........very much appreciated regards n61
Comments (6)
Very nice.
Thanks.
Views can be seen that will just amaze
Sister islands an intriguing bays
Are all apart of the island ways
You paint a vivid picture in words, lovely.
Eighteen miles of intensity...To wash the salt an soothe the soul can be found in the poet's Special Place, this well-painted sacred ground.