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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WAIKIKI HOUSE, by J. F. HARRIS
First Line: It's very small, my little house
Last Line: By three hawaiian boys.
Subject(s): Houses; Waikiki, Hawaii
First Line: It's very small, my little house
Last Line: By three hawaiian boys.
Subject(s): Houses; Waikiki, Hawaii
It's very small, my little house,
And neat and very dear,
And lovely blooms surround my house,
New, each month of the year.
Tropical sunshine warms my house.
Soft trades blow day and night.
And if the moon is in the sky,
It showers filtered light
Through rustling palm trees overhead
Like soft patter of rain.
And split bamboo screens hum to me
Before my window pane.
Against a drop of blue, blue sky,
Wide spreading branches frame
Orange-red African tulips
That glow like candle flame.
Each morning, mynah birds harangue
Until I'm out of bed.
And mama san cries "frow-wa-a"
With basket on her head.
The skippy slippers of my maid
Come slap-slap-slap-slap-slap
Along the hedge bordered stone walk
As I rise from my nap.
Soft ukuleles and guitar
Round out my day of joys
With gentle hapa-haole tunes
By three Hawaiian boys.
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