The Hawaiian Vacation

  From city grey, to island green, I flew, To air so warm, and skies a cloudless blue. The scent of plumeria, a fragrant, sweet design, And salty breeze, a kiss like honey wine. The sand like sugar, stretching white and far, Reflecting sunlight, just beneath a star. With gentle waves that lap the quiet shore, Aloha greeted, knocking at my door. I swam in waters, clear as any glass, And watched the sea turtles gracefully pass. I hiked through forests, lush with tropic earth, Where nature’s colors glowed with brilliant mirth. The distant drumming, a rhythmic, steady sound, Of waves on lava, built on hallowed ground. A hula danced, a story softly told, Of ancient legends, and of myths of old. From sunrise walks, to sunsets fiery bright, The days were painted, full of golden light. A memory carved, of stillness and of grace, Of sunlit laughter, in this blessed place.

Lake Tahoe

 

Across the Carson Range, the peaks stood tall,

And gave a glimpse of the lake below, in thrall.

A mountain drive with a panoramic view,

Of Lake Tahoe's turquoise and endless blue.


Past Emerald Bay, with its Vikingsholm walls,

And Inspiration Point, the vista calls.

We stopped to marvel at the jewel-like hue,

And drank the scenery, so crisp and new.


The air was fresh with the scent of pine,

A symphony of nature, so divine.

On sandy shores, we watched the waves at play,

And walked the trails, from dawn until the day's last ray.


On paddleboards, we saw the depths below,

And felt the sun upon our faces glow.

At Zephyr Cove, a boat cruise sailed past,

A day of wonder, built to truly last.


Then came the twilight, with its colors so deep,

A quiet moment, promises to keep.

The mountains faded, shadows soft and gray,

Reflecting memories of a perfect day.


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