Where the Palms Grow - Celebrating Palm Trees through Poetry and Decor

I live in Colorado
Where the palms don't grow
Been a few times
Down to Mexico

Peter keeps the palms
In the sunroom alive
And happy; hibiscus too
Usually they thrive

But it ain't the same
As the island life
Palms swaying, fragrant flora
Little cares, no strife

Saving up for a trip
Maybe a longer stay
Somewhere tropical
Hope that day's not far away

Daylight come and me wanna
Eat a mango,
Papaya, banana
Do the tango

In a white dress and heels
Peter dancing too
Sipping wine, having a grand
Tropical time; skies of blue

Island breeze, volcanoes
Watch which way the wind blows
Tiki glasses, listening to Sweet Leilani
Pay homage to Queen Lili'uokalani

Not a question of the grass
Being greener; just green and warm
Afternoon rains, fresh fragrance after
Sometimes, I guess a tropical storm

The South Pacific, would be fine
Or Martinique, practice French
Anywhere the palms are
Barbados, Bermuda, a coco loco quench

Palms are a symbol
Some places they're profuse like weeds
They symbolize the leisure life
Where catered to are all our needs

Just put us on a jet or ship
For a few weeks a year
Going where the palms grow
Where the ocean is blue and clear

A New Island Poem by MyFairLadyah --- In a Cottage on a Faraway Isle

There's More Great Poetry on lots of Subjects by MyFairLadyah at WeLovePoetry.com. From Love and Romance to Music and Dance!

Around the globe, gentle tropical breezes are the norm on any given day. And so, this is still my personal vision.

The palms, the beaches, the huts, the people are also subject to the devastation of a Katrina-like cataclysm or thundering tsunami. I remember being touched and horrified by the black and white news footage of hurricane Camille with the palms bent 90 degrees to be in line with the beach. This particular footage still chills me.

The awesomeness of nature. We are at it's mercy