"The Richness of Island Life"
Richness of Island Life
Island hopping, new lands to see
Sunsets and dolphin-watching,
Private yachts,
Fresh cut, white triangle sails
Bobbing far on the horizon
Cutting a course through the seas
Richness of Island Life
With no lacking of coastal sands
A coral Beach with water sports
Festive parties and night time bands
Richness of Island life
Below the motion of the waves
On dives, the few places you can go
Where you can rave,
About the pearls you had saved
Richness of Island Life
Try to count all the islands here
You are bound to miss a few
While traversing,
Through the timeless breeze,
Along the King Faisal Corniche,
Across the Muharraq Bridge
Life can be refreshingly rich here
If you come you’ll know it’s true.
Richness of Island Life
Ospreys and falcons,
And boundless more
Fly over the Hawar Islands
Birdwatchers the world over come,
To watch the beauty of their soar.
Richness of Island Life
During the Spring of Culture
Artists storm Forts and Public Spaces
Transforming the whole country,
Of ordinary to something so great
Slowly it becomes a Cultural Hub
As you wait calmly on the spokes
Dancers twirling on their toes,
Singers sooth troubled souls;
Harmonizing a few heavy beats.
Poets tell us what isn't true.
And question what we seek.
Artists show a window canvas,
Of bush-work and skillful dabs,
Sometimes taking a dry, broken land;
And conjuring one,
Without any lies or hate.
Richness of Island Life
Where we often skip past
The many childhood tales
Into realms of the unbelieved
Not by the youngest of heart
But by those who choose,
Never to be deceived
Assured that a Magic Carpet can't fly,
They'll just drink their sweet tea.
Yet they might come around,
For an mirthful education
See a wonder of delight in all things
And even humor,
The good Bradran Carpet Store owner,
That we are bound by all the goodness,
The whole world has to bring,
Richness of Island Life
Picked straight from the tree
A world of bursting flavor,
With a hint of forgetfulness
Of all the troubles made,
Of all the troubles told.
Standing in the sun,
Hoping for one more to.
Sit upon your tongue,
Squeeze upon your lips,
It's almost as sweet,
As a summertime kiss.
Hot dates what can I say
One holds you in disarray
And the other;
You can have almost any day.
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