War: The First Lady

Waikiki's first lady, this grand hotel
On O'ahu Island, weaves its own spell.
'Moana', it stands on volcanic shore.
Tourists and limosines come by the score.

Tropical flowers with palms waving high,
All bid 'aloha' as waves roll on by.
Surf riding tradition, monarch's delight;
Gath'ring of people while surf's at its height.

Tall pillars standing while breeze way floors slant;
Palatial grandeur, but somehow one can't
Justify windows that stand at half mast.
Soft mournful breezes; war's shadow still cast.

Artist's portrayal with unspoken sound;
Architect's splendor, myst'ry all around.
Victorian elegance holding sway;
Verandah, spindles, grand piano play.

A banyan tree terrace, shaded white beach;
Extinction of monarchy. Branches reach
Far back in history, ancient folk lore;
Hawaiian mem'ries erupting once more.

In honor of the 100th birthday of the Sheraton 'Moana' Surfrider Hotel, Waikiki Beach, O'ahu (1901-2001). It reflects the World War 11 tragedy, at Pearl Harbor.