Kohala

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O Kohala

the place that my grandma knew

and her mom,

and her mom’s mom too.

Dense dark forest

filled with

hidden

meanings and mist;

crowd

my dreams

when I think of this.

The orange molten lava

of

Kilauea

flows brightly in the day.

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Winding it does play

marching relentlessly to the sea,

preparing for

an

epic battle

with

an ancient enemy.

The

glow of fire

reflects

off

my eyes

as I beam at the marvel of creation….

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But

it is

this…

Waimea

of

old

I do miss,

longing

for her misty

morning kiss

to caress me

in her familiar arms

once

again.

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As time moves ever forward

and I continue

to fade

it is in my mind

that I travel back and forth

each

and

every day;

sometimes as a boy

but most times as a man.

The years do pass – people don’t last

as I continue

to cling

to a well worn

and

tattered dream.

What does it all mean?

From the mountains
to

the

sea,
when my journey
is complete;
in
Waipi’o Valley
is where I will sleep.

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O Hawai’i Nei,

embrace me as your native son

as I slumber

in your arms until

that

promised day

has come.

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#blackeagledream

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Written by Kawika A Stafford

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