Hawaii

A rose in an inkwell it is to me

This tiny island in the sea

With clouded peaks and tradewinds free.

A quiet cove, a banyan tree.

Lofty white clouds float slowly by

To gently brush her mountains high.

Here on my back at the beach I lie

Just looking up at a clear blue sky.

This I know I can live without,

But the call of Hawaii I have no doubt

Will be an echo a haunting shout,

That from my mind, I can't shut out.

Nolan L. Julian

1976

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