Upolu Point Poem by Saint Eule

We landed in the small plane, along side the sugar cane.
Who gets off here in this desolate place?
Me said I, with a grin upon my face.

The little shack serving the terminal could of came down
if just a little wind had blown.
I climbed out of the plane my sea bag on my shoulder
no one in site just an old phone.

Before I got chance to make the call an old jeep
turned up the runway stirring up the dirt,
There were my rowdy ship mates heading toward
the terminal not one had on a shirt.

They bid me to climb aboard and they stepped
heavy on the gas.
We drove the cane roads onward my journey
here at last.

The next year would be a wondrous one
the Kona coffee and Parker ranch no tale,
Waimea cowboys and the during the mating
season we got to row alongside a whale.

I took care of the lighthouses shining glass
and got to surf the beaches during breaks would go;
It was an Island paradise at night I would
climb to the rocky knoll and play a tune on my banjo.

We went out in the large canoes outriggers they were called
back then,
We raced along the coastline like a young and mighty men.

Once I went to Hilo and stayed in a nice hotel,
Walked along a japanese made bridge threw a penny in the well.

We saw a volcano erupt once and it was quite a site,
We went to the top of Mauna Kea its top all snowy white.
We scuba dived in the darkness and saw another world beneath the sea,
We climbed the along the mountain paths stayed in a camp for geology.

The rats were soon upon us, in the candlelight looked like giants
presented on the tent.
We laughed throughout the darkness and fired shots at the shadows
a hundred casings spent.

Once I took a bike ride for over 50 miles checking out the beaches were fine,
I fell asleep till daylight on the beach they call sixty nine.
There was quite a surprise when I awoke.
The beach was just full of naked folk.

Gently gathered my belongings trying to hold back another grin,
They seemed to be quite un disturbed or had a care within.

A year had passed by many days looking over the dirt road of Hawi,
I lived amongst the natives they were quite amused by me.
I met an old artist who sold me some painting sketched in charcoal,
He needed some money to pay his rent.
I bought a few and mailed them home the topless hula girls
in charcoal were what I sent.

My parents when they got the art wondered what was this boy up to,
If they could only imagine paradise, no other place on earth would do.

I soon left the island the plane came to pick me up at the old shack,
The passengers were curious I just left it as it was, my sea bag on my back.

Years later in society as the rat race in the city goes quickly by,
I remember the Upolu Point adventure with a tear dropp in my eye.