Lanai Poem

Aboard a plane I fly to paradise

Against the seat I lay my head

Across the Pacific Ocean I fly

Above the clouds I soar

In front of the airport is where I land

Out of the lobby I step into the sunlight

In spite of the heat I am in tranquility

Next to my brother I ride in the bed of the truck

Outside the breeze blows my hair smelling of salt and brine

Under a blue roof is where I stay

Atop our house I hear a quiet rain

Before the sun is up we’re up getting ready for the day

Up the volcano is where we ride

Down to the beach is where we go

Past the picnic tables I hear the beat of the waves

This sound is soothing my place of peace is Lanai

Caylee Weinhouse, Age 12

2009

I Am From

I am from Lanai with the dark blue water and the green trees,
Where the sand meets the water,
The fish swimming around the coral,
The deer roaming the woods,
People relaxing in the sun getting a tan,
Kids playing at the park,
ATVs traveling the trails with pride,
Cats roaming the city,
Roosters crowing to the rising sun.

I am from my little house with old paint and a new roof,
The television hardly on,
Towels lying on the floor after being at the beach,
Helmets covered in dirt,
Couches soft to relax on,
Beds to sleep on after a full day,
Kitchens filled with fascinating smells,
Windows open to let in a breeze in.

I am from my yard where plants are many shapes and colors,
Salamanders fleeing with terror,
ATVs resting for the trails,
A plumeria surrounded by a sea of grass,
Bikes ready to ride on the streets,
Washers always running.

I am from the peaceful city,
Stores surrounding the park,
Gift shops full of trinkets,
Neighbors chatting with each other,
Schools always teaching,
Parents saying “go out and play.”

I am from the beach where the rocks sleep,
The waves pound the sand,
Hooks covered with shrimp,
Fish flopping around on the barbecue,
People playing catch,
Dolphins doing flips in the air,
The rainbow in the sky,
The sun setting into the water.

By Harrison Weinhouse, Age 13
10/25/08