I thought I had posted my Gaugin/Margaret Mead (lots of direct quoting of the latter) Samoa Beach, but I don't think I have after all. I confess I wrote this some time ago and changed it just enough to get into the 24 line limit.
On The Beach
Let us go to far Samoa where a tropic moon
Lights the soft, brown roofs round a blue lagoon
And the palms are dark against a gleaming sea.
As the dawn begins to fall, how the birds begin to call,
How the scarlet parrots call to you and me, you and me,
How the yellow parrots call to you and me.
And lovers in the shadows of the beached canoes,
In the grumous purple shadows of the beached canoes,
They are lying thigh to thigh, as the moon rides high,
And the slender palms stand out against the sea:
Young lovers in their blisses trading lingering last kisses,
Slipping home before the light can find them gone,
Where the palms grow slim and tall as the dawn begins to fall
Slipping home before their families find them gone.
Should we go to far Samoa where the scarlet parrots call,
Oh how happy we would be, you and me, you and me,
For we know that in Samoa it’s a paradise for all;
By those shadowy canoes what can anybody lose,
Where the palms stand out against a gleaming sea?
There’s a whole lotta lovin’ going on, going on.
There’s a whole lotta lovin’ going on.
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