Trip Report January 20 - 27 2010
Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 4:05 pm
We came out to help Randy and Marcia (my wife's sister) celebrate their 10th wedding anniversary. I was struck again by the beauty of the island, and in particular the wonderful laid-back ambiance of Coral Bay, where we were staying. So, not being much of a photographer, I like to paint word pictures, so here is my portrait of Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
where refugees from urban hives
come seeking solace in their lives
hoping to afford the price
of moments lived in paradise
embracing Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
where continentals come and go,
like tidal waters' ebb and flow
acting out vacation dreams
enhancing island income schemes
throughout Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
where roosters crow and donkeys bray
and goats and sheep on hillsides stray.
where frigate birds in graceful curves
inscribe the sky with secret words
over Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
the tropic dusk is filled with voices--
treefrogs making mating choices,
the chant of wind in tamarind,
the chug of engines homing in
to Coral Bay
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
enchantment sparks from Island Blues
where locals flock to find their muse
and at the bar lists Pirate Bill
an ancient egret with his kill
transfixing Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
ruthless time has lost its bearing
set adrift with no one caring
rootless hours roam in wonder
luring souls like hidden plunder
marked in Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
where refugees from urban hives
come seeking solace in their lives
hoping to afford the price
of moments lived in paradise
embracing Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
where continentals come and go,
like tidal waters' ebb and flow
acting out vacation dreams
enhancing island income schemes
throughout Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
where roosters crow and donkeys bray
and goats and sheep on hillsides stray.
where frigate birds in graceful curves
inscribe the sky with secret words
over Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
the tropic dusk is filled with voices--
treefrogs making mating choices,
the chant of wind in tamarind,
the chug of engines homing in
to Coral Bay
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
enchantment sparks from Island Blues
where locals flock to find their muse
and at the bar lists Pirate Bill
an ancient egret with his kill
transfixing Coral Bay.
In Coral Bay, in Coral Bay,
ruthless time has lost its bearing
set adrift with no one caring
rootless hours roam in wonder
luring souls like hidden plunder
marked in Coral Bay.
