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Drua

Drua

I am die there 
By the side of the daughter 
Next to the tall palm tree
That sway by the ocean water 
For my ancestors that breathe In the warm sun 
Calling out to me 
"Come brother, come"

Across the ocean, my brothers 
They fish in their wooden canoes
Sweeping across the ocean's  waters 
Their brown arms glisten truths  
My brothers shout out my name 
I can hear so loud and free  
"Beneath the sea, beneath  
Beneath the deep blue sea"

"Come brother come 
We call you to your place
The canoe take you there 
In the slow Fijian pace, 
Come brother come 
We take you across the seas 
To your mother and your father 
In the South Pacific breeze"

At night I listen to the ocean 
The water still and calm
With pretty hibiscus greetings 
And the village women charms
We are dancing to the ocean 
By the great chieftain's side  
Our canoes rest upon sands 
Many days past have come by tide 

Ko via meke kei au?
Would you like to dance with me?
Beneath the deep blue Fijian sea 

Wiki footnote 
"The Fijian double canoe (wangga ndrua) was the largest and finest sea-going vessel ever designed and built by natives of Oceania before contact with europeans."[1]
Druas were large, up to 30 meters long, and could carry over 200 people. Despite being called "canoes" they were not dugouts, but plank-built ships.
 

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Jai Masters

Lolz 
Lol Russell it's not a competition It's expression, a canoe is a canoe  a ship is not better, you are a poet I will read more! 
 

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Stephen Weyant

this is brilliant jai!

such a gripping piece!

~~"Come brother, come

~~"Beneath the sea, beneath 
 Beneath the deep blue sea

thoroughly enjoyed!

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