Formosa
Formosa,enchanting isle of lush emerald green;
Flaming hibiscus cooled with lovely lotus flowers;
Grass mountains as of moss reaching to the sky;
Gentle breezes whispering through the Kinokee trees;Winding roads, silver waterfalls streaming down glens: Formosa, tropical paradise of full-bloomed contentment,
terraced farms looking like gardens, manicured in style; Wagons, carts, pedicabs traveling along the road, Singing,
smiling people, at work and at play through the day: Formosa, island of a thousand dreams and yearnings,
At night is a magical place with moonlight dripping From leaf and grass, spilling from pools and waiting, Waiting for those who are the enchanted.
From Ilha Formosa, poems of Formosa
copyright 1954 - Patricia Jones Meissner