Yachts like musical notes
Line the horizon in chorus
Whistling through the boats
As sails dance around the masts

The breeze plays flute
Against the trunks of palms
They sway to the tune
Each in perfect time

The sand ups and whirls
Then twists and turns
Like dancing hula girls
Twirling garlands above their heads

Birds rise and fall
With the song of the waves
while freedom she calls
And sings to us all

copyright/all rights reserved Joe Fogg 2011