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Jeffsan07

 
Writing for Okinawa - 2007/11/05 09:45 Hello, I am new to this site. However, I was involved with the original version of Okinawa.com that was active some eight years ago. I lived on Okinawa at Nishihara-cho from February 2002 to November 2004 and I go back as often as I can.

I love to write poetry and stories and I have many pieces about Okinawa. I will be posting a piece about Okinawa each month. Here is my 1st contribution, a poem.

Mystic Lands far-- Far East

In mystic lands far-Far East
Tropic of Cancer mapped.
Where wind swirls sea like rising yeast
Upon the coral capped.

Here a group of islands lay
In blue ocean with white foam.
Peaceful lands with simple ways
Uchinanchu (Oo-chin-nan-chew) call their home.

People of land and sea
Joyful when days begin.
Toil to evenings when free
Dance to play of Sanshin.

Worship of the elements
Commit to daily prayer.
Matriarch embellishments
Of ritual household fare.

Fire Goddess called Hinukan
Near by the hearth does dwell.
Pray to this shrine when evils spawn
And break their wicked spell.

It's a land of festivals
Too many to be counted.
Tug of war or fighting bulls,
Or sugarcane harvest mounted.

It's a land where work is tough
In the sweltering tropical heat.
Fishing, cutting cane is rough
When you drip sweat from head to feet.

It's a land of ghosts and haunting
Where spirit and real world merge.
A place that some find daunting
When fears above reason surge.

It's a land of religious wonder
Beliefs strengthened by the clan.
Each achievement and blunder
Determined by cosmic plan.

In mystic lands far-Far East
On an ocean deep and blue.
In the islands of simple peace
I'll be waiting there for you.

If you have any comments about my poem, feel free to leave a reply.
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