Archipelago
An archipeligo of islands laying in the sun
Sea narrowed and channelled making funnelled runs
The ship making twists and turns
As she winds the laborious path
Moving the views round and round
From Islands green to rocky ground
White yachts beating as they weave and race
Speedboats charge and set the pace
Passengers out viewing the sights so clear
Clothes flapping in the wind but full of cheer
Resinous pine from trees so fine
Twists on the breeze added to the brine
Small houses with docks and flags
Dot the islands cling to crags
Natures beauty refreshes the eye
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 