Land of beaches, water warm
of ocean waves and rainy storms.
Blowing breezes, sometimes cool;
where flip-flops and bikinis rule.
Chickens, wild, roam everywhere
no predators, and not a care.
Surfboards strapped to cars of rust
the search for perfect waves: a must.
Kauai is best in in little sips.
Romance the thought of annual trips.
See, things are different when it's home;
the lack of seasons, not far to roam.
Things of steel cry in despair
in constant moist and salty air.
The growth rate of the native plants
makes maintenance a full-time dance.
It's paradise in almost every way
and, like most, you'll probably want to stay.
But, enjoy your time, leave wanting more
and you'll never tire of the Kauai shore.
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