Flaming hibiscus cooled with lovely lotus flowers;
Grass mountains as of moss reaching to the sky;
Gentle breezes whispering through the Kinokee trees;
Winding roads, silver waterfalls streaming down glens:
Formosa, tropical paradise of full-bloomed contentment,
terraced farms looking like gardens, manicured in style;
Wagons, carts, pedicabs traveling along the road,
Singing, smiling people, at work and at play through the day:
Formosa, island of a thousand dreams and yearnings,
At night is a magical place with moonlight dripping
From leaf and grass, spilling from pools and waiting,
Waiting for those who are the enchanted.
from Ilha Formosa, poems of Formosa
copyright 1954 - Patricia Jones Meissner