Island Vibrations, Mario Cacho [animal farm read txt] 📗

chickadee.
With a tweet, tweet, tweet,
They are hoping for a treat.
Three little birds in a Mango tree.

Three little birds in a Mango tree,
Are fast asleep they are chickadee.
In their tiny brown nest,
On an island out west.
Three little birds in a Mango tree.

Three little birds in a Mango tree,
As pretty as can be they are chickadee.
At the break of day,
Fly far, far away.
Three little birds were not there to stay.


Way Down South

Way down south,
Where the jaguar runs free.
The Stann Creek River,
Meets the Caribbean Sea.

Here tin-covered casitas,
Dot the country side.
And orange grove orchards,
Grow far and wide.

Here the sun shines brightly,
Over the mountain tops.
And the tropical rain,
Bathes the banana crops.

Where in November,
We remember Garifuna.
In song and celebration,
In this Belizean nation

Then in December,
They dance John Canoe.
But folks don't forget,
Their Punta Music too.


Temptation Island,

Barefoot Luxury in a natural setting,
A colonial suite the blue Caribbean overlooking.
Where palm trees sway and the Trade Winds give way,
Amidst enchanting surroundings both quiet and serene.

A moonlit walk on a sandy beach,
At your feet an azure sea lapping.
Prancing and dancing,
Laughing and romancing,
As Reggae music fills the air.

On your private mahogany sun bed you realax,
As herons stroll through the shallows.
A miraculous sunset you enjoy,
Into the still of the night that follows.

With the moist island air and laid-back feeling,
Temptation Island will have you stealing.
Sweet kisses in the moonlight,
Somewhere 'round midnight.


Love Is In The Air

The season of Spring,
A bird on the wing.
The sweet song of the sparrow,
Cupids bow and arrow.
Love is in the air.

Diamond rings and pretty things,
Red roses and sparkling champagne.
A fancy island restaurant,
A luxury yacht.
Love is in th air.

The whisper of sweet nothings,
And the smell of sweet perfume.
The touch of things soft and wet,
Under the light of a full moon.
Love is in th air.

The joy of laughter,
The pain of sorrow.
Fears of absence and lonliness,
Feeling like there's no tomorrow.
Love is in the air.


Memories

Time endears but cannot fade the memories.
Like a ship sailing over the ocean,
They often disappear over the horizons of time.
To appear once again,
At life's next port of call.

Like footprints in the sands of time,
They are caressed,
Caressed by the gentle winds,
Of emotions held dear.
A laugh shared, perhaps,
With someone who cared.

So with the brush of time,
A masterpiece called "nostalgia",
Memories do paint.
With pastel colors of joy,laughter, and pain,
Of the way that once was.


"And a mellow moonlight poured in, seducing them with its romance and moody allure."
M. Cacho

Imprint

Text: Mario Cacho
Editing: Mario Cacho
Publication Date: 05-14-2012

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Dedication:
Dedicated to those sunny, vacay-starved travellers who want to spread their wings and broaden their horizons by getting to know and understand other cultures.