MAKAHIKI AT KAHO’OLAWE

From the cloudless sky,
Fourteen miles stretch across her,
Little red Kohe.

The trail starts straight up,
Kiawe, gravel, old wire,
Remnants of the ranch.

Tales of sailing men,
Learning the way of Hoku
At Moa’ula.

Endless dusty road,
Shimmering blue sea awaits
To massage our souls.

Wild ilima thrives,
Among the rocky grass trail,
Tumbling to the sea.

Lono faces ke kai,
Kealaikahiki—
Path to Tahiti.

Full moon lights my dreams,
Lana’i calls me back home
For a midnight swim.

Early morning sail,
Sighting whales and flying fish,
Malama ‘aina.

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