Come Young Pirates, Drifting Shrouds Of Virginal Clouds Above The Island Flow, (37) Poem by Captain Cur

At first sight, a gift from the light,
Tenerife peaked in snow
drifting shrouds of virginal clouds
above the island flow.
Sloping scenes of vanishing streams
melt on the valley floor,
steep uplands trek the mountain steps
that lead to Anaga's door.
Banana's bake and patiently wait
ripening in the sun
protected by skins slender and thin
bunching tight when their young.
Dates on sticks; healthy and fit,
wrinkling as they toil,
armies of boots of reaching roots
marching deep in the soil.
Fern filled dells beautifully swell
watered abundantly,
wild flowers crest on rills that stretch
surrounding tall dragon trees.
Evergreen's pride, forested high
sheltering shady coves
deep in the glen mysteries blend
where fauns and nymphs still roam!

(Gifted by legend and beauty
this isle came known to be
the jewel that adorned the necklace
of the Atlantic sea!)

The lines in parentheses were written
by the crew of the Malevolent!