Vacation

Gentle breezes softly push the bougainvilleas from side to side
Cane rattles as we pass; the trail is steep and narrow
So many colors below, blue’s, the ocean shines below
Laughter from behind as three small children try to pass
Finally we reach the sand, muffled surf seems to sizzle
Shouts greet us from the waters edge
Cold beer and old stories
The midday sun heats up the beach
But the thought of the clime keeps us here
The sun slowly settles in the west
We walk to the road and hail a cab
To the top road please
We eat and sleep
Gentle breezes softly push the bougainvilleas from side to side
Cane rattles as we pass; the trail is steep and narrow

M.E.T.