Every person upon the earth, has his own place, full of mirth. Whether is be mountain or beach, somwhere of his own, in his reach. Mine is here, among these sands, The golden isles, of greater than man. For here, in this place, it looks divine, God's hand reached down and made this place mine. When the sun opens, over the edge, of the horison, and touches the ledge, It is then I know, for all my smiles, that these great places are my Golden Isles. Let me share my Isles with you. ::enter no frames:: ::enter frames:: A new site! |the umbrella room|