Today, Bill turned 52.
Today, we drove from Kailua-Kona to South Point and beyond.
|Pass the Black Pebble Beach in South Kona|
|Pass the zebra , donkey, and buffalo.|
|Pass the horses and windmills.|
|We stood on the cliffs at the most southern point of the US.|
|With it’s strange gallows like contraptions, whose block and tackles once lowered boats to the sea.|
|Then on into the wind.|
|Where the pathway to Green Sand beaches,|
Passes white caps on blue water, and green plants with yellow flowers hug red earth on black lava.
Poem and photos by Engela