I remember Kalapana beach where we walked hand in hand
D'you remember Kalapana, love, where we walked hand in hand?
The lava came and covered it, left nothing but black sand.
It came over the pali just as fast as a man could run
Came pouring down the pali just as fast as a man could run
The lava burns as hot as hell and redder than the sun.
Down in Kalapana, people raised their hands and cried
The Kalapana folks, how they raised their hands and cried
"Spare my home, oh Lady, turn that lava flow aside!"
There's fire underneath this land but solid rock above
There's fire underneath my heart but frozen rock above
Oh 'apapane, tell me, where's my Kalapana love?
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Monday, September 29, 2008
Kalapana Blues
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blues song,
poetry,
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Kalapana before
From the USGS and the Wiki
More information and pictures
Burning
More burning
Heat and passion - maybe time for a vist.
This poem seems to weep like a precious legend! Beautiful!
I'm singing along to this one right now!
Powerful. Heated. Stunning.
I'm left wondering...
Did the Lady do as she was begged?
This reads as Grayscale Territory said, like part of a legend, a much longer piece...
the musicality of this reminds me of a triolet or a rondeau. wonderful piece.
A very nice piece. Burning hot. I like.
Beautifully written
Wow. What a powerful poem!
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