My Beloved Island Of Guam
In a paradise underneath the sky,
by Wyndon Villafuerte
The atmosphere seemingly appears calm;
But there is more to it than meets the eye
On the tiny island I call Guam.
It’s an island that no one seems to know,
Located in the middle of nowhere,
Where the lush palm trees abundantly grow
And the scent of salt permeates the air.
It’s a place where the people are friendly,
And are willing to lend a helping hand;
Greeting you with warm hospitality
In a language you might not understand.
“Hafa adai! ” (Hah-fah-day) a common phrase one might say,
When cordially greeting one another,
Or friendly handshakes—a common display,
Between che’lus, (or “sisters” or “brothers”)
The beloved island I once called home,
Between us, we now seem so far apart;
Though past memories of you I hold dear
Will forever always be near my heart.