Wavelets splashed and played leap-frog at the edge of the golden sand,
The sea with the moon upon her breast susurrated softly by the strand.
Then came the thrum of men at work- the ring of steel on stone:
Bustling homes, a church , and shops- a busy, noisy town.
A cyclone howled and thundered in from far away at sea-
The waves roared in and swept away every house and tree.
Now cameras click and tourists chatter, children laugh, and play:
The long palm fronds, like eyelashes, veil the sleepy bay.
The wind sighs softly as it carries in the salty ocean’s spray,
The pride of men who’d ruled the seas where is it today?