Hilo
Sugarcane stalks, rustle in sunshine
Salt air wafts, as the seagulls complain
Emerald jeweled isle, Hawaii, Hilo side
Kulolo for breakfast, easy to make
Go pick opi’i, maybe catch lobster
Trade for some rice and Tonkatsu sauce
Sunsets on Pacific are crimson to amber
Palm trees a palace, the sky for a home
I cannot go back now, though paradise lingers
In my heart, long beaches, of pristine white sand
Time there is so precious, old souls remembered
Mahalo kamaaina, mahalo wahine
2007-06-22
01:53:08
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Opi'i is a muscle. We just throw them on the fire for a minute, yum. Tonkatsu sauce is for in case we catch a chicken....
The last line: Thank you my Hawaiian brothers and thank you ladies.
2007-06-22
02:02:09 ·
update #1
I lived on Guam from 1971 to 1976. I lived in Hawaii from 1976 to 1981.
2007-06-22
02:59:02 ·
update #2