On a tiny piece of Honduras, just off the main land
Rests Mahogany Bay and Roatan Island,
With beaches more beautiful than a post card picture,
and sand whiter than snow,
and water clearer than crystals,
two gas stations on the whole island, hardly any cars,
and tropical forests greener than I’ve ever seen before,
and the nicest people I’ve ever met.
That’s what Roatan Island was,
and although the island was sad, the people were happy.
It was beautiful.
Silence fills the room
Heads hit the desks
Pencils rise and begin to write
Teachers begin to teach
My eyes begin to wonder off
Dullness fills my mind
Counting down the end of class
Waiting for the final bell
Honduras
If I could go back to Honduras every day for the rest of my life, I would,
Mahogany Bay and Roatan Island in the Caribbean waters, very untouched and pure of everyday life
A private beach called Tabyana, hidden among the palm trees and fern bushes,
Exotic birds flew happily as if they were welcoming us to our destination,
There was no place on earth that could compare to the natural beauty, as green to the trees and as light blue to the ocean,
The water was so calm and clear inside the cove, peaceful and relaxing,
The sand cascaded the beach in a vibrant white sheet,
A coral reef rested not too far from the shore,
Snorkeling with fish of many colors, blues, pinks, yellows, and reds,
The air was filled with a coconut smell that wavered along the breeze,
The day consisted of joyously splashing along the beach, sleeping in the heated sunlight, security guard at hand to keep local islanders away,
Tabyana stretched on for miles and miles, and so did the beauty it withheld.
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