"To the Festival" - Bahamas AI art
©A. Derek Catalano
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The Lucayans of The Bahamas
In the aquamarine seas where the trade winds play,
Where sun-kissed waves dance, in a rhythmic ballet,
Lies a land of enchantment, a tropical embrace,
The Bahamas, where Lucayans left their trace.
In ages past, beneath the Caribbean sun,
The Lucayans thrived, a people second to none.
In archipelagic beauty, their home did unfold,
A haven of coral, where stories were told.
On sandy shores, 'neath coconut palms' sway,
The Lucayans sang, their voices in a coastal ballet.
They wove tales in seashells, whispered in the breeze,
Chronicles of a people, harmonized with the seas.
Where sun-kissed waves dance, in a rhythmic ballet,
Lies a land of enchantment, a tropical embrace,
The Bahamas, where Lucayans left their trace.
In ages past, beneath the Caribbean sun,
The Lucayans thrived, a people second to none.
In archipelagic beauty, their home did unfold,
A haven of coral, where stories were told.
On sandy shores, 'neath coconut palms' sway,
The Lucayans sang, their voices in a coastal ballet.
They wove tales in seashells, whispered in the breeze,
Chronicles of a people, harmonized with the seas.
