A Poem by Thayne Whipple
Five Rocks
Jun 22, 2016
Five Rocks in the ocean sprinkled,
Clouds are floating in the sky.
In the Valley - old Lāʻie.
On the Point, the time drifts by.
Clouds are floating in the sky.
In the Valley - old Lāʻie.
On the Point, the time drifts by.
Tradewinds blowing through the palm trees.
Waves below us constant churn.
Soon we'll cross the many waters,
But again we will return.
Waves below us constant churn.
Soon we'll cross the many waters,
But again we will return.
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