Coconut grove

Is a very small cove

Separated from the sea

By a shifting shoal

We didn't realize that

We had arrived

At high tide, high tide

Barely made it out alive.

Red over white

Fishermen working at night

Not even once

Did we see a light

We didn't realize

The forecast had been revised

By moonless skies and

Shifty wind that gusts and dies.

On the sand our keel is heaving

But tonight we've got to be leaving

Travel through the day and into the evening.

Marathon how long we've been gone

And still not yet set foot upon you.

Your low lying shore opens welcomingly

To one who's spent the night at sea

Adrift in the shallows, a modest repose

Adorn with coral, your bright colors show

Ushered in through a bridge that is never closed.