Hale Wa’apa
Where papa stored his boat
Was built so long ago
It’s a wonder it’s
Still standing

My great great
grandpa built it
150 yrs ago
When the winds
Would blow
Into hurricanes
And it seemed
The ropes
Would no longer
Hold
We’d bring her
Inside the boat house
The hale wa’apa

Tho the winds have
Blown even the
Splintering wood
Apart
Like a sieve

But somehow
The old ways
Still seem to
Protect
The new ways
Where as
The new ways
Seem to barely
Protect
Them
selves