Isla Verde

I’ve dreamt of the Caribbean since I was a wee child.
Crystal clear blue waters and sugary sand to sink my toes into.
Sun that heals the heart as it burns your skin.

A cold drink in your hand, the condensation runs down your fingers.
Local girls pass by, smiling with their brown eyes.
Your toes tingle and curl.

Isla Verde, Puerto Rico.

A commonwealth, a paradise, my home for a moment in time.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?