The First Lady
Waikiki's first lady, this grand hotel,
On O'ahu Island, weaves its own spell.
'Moana', it stands on volcanic shore;
Tourists and limosines come by the score.
Tropical flowers and palms waving high,
All bid 'aloha' while waves roll on by.
Surfriding tradition...monarch's delight,
Gath'ring of people while surf's at its height.
Tall pillars standing, yet breezeway floors slant...
Palatial grandeur...but somehow one can't
Justify windows that stand at half mast...
Soft mournful breezes...war's shadow still cast.
An artist's portrayal of unspoken sound;
Architect's splendor...myst'ry all around.
Victorian elegance holding sway...
Verandah, spindles...grand piano play.
A banyan tree terrance, shaded white beach...
Extinction of monarchy...branches reach
Far back in history, ancient folk lore...
Hawaiian mem'ries erupting once more.
W. Diane Van Zwol
Sheraton 'Moana' Surfrider Hotel
Waikiki Beach, O'ahu
1901-2001
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