First, my corny little poem.....
Wings Over Costa Rica
Tiny Costa Rica...
Is a land of sheer delights,
Volcanoes, mountains, jungles...
A thousand wondrous sights.
From the parks in San Jose,
To the rain forest canopy,
There's a technicolor air show,
Flying high from tree to tree.
In a tall, majestic palm,
Green Parrots squawk and tweet,
While below, a playful toucan,
Shows off its dazzling beak.
A Scarlet Macaw sits spotlighted,
On a brilliant tropic day,
Every color of the rainbow...
It takes your breath away.
A Harpy Eagle roosts on high,
Its feathers ruffed like froth,
Alert with eager eye it waits,
For a passing, hapless sloth.
The birds of Costa Rica,
Are just part of this land, so free,
"Pura Vida" as the Ticos say..
"Pure Life"...as it's meant to be.
Tiny Costa Rica...
Is a land of sheer delights,
Volcanoes, mountains, jungles...
A thousand wondrous sights.
From the parks in San Jose,
To the rain forest canopy,
There's a technicolor air show,
Flying high from tree to tree.
In a tall, majestic palm,
Green Parrots squawk and tweet,
While below, a playful toucan,
Shows off its dazzling beak.
A Scarlet Macaw sits spotlighted,
On a brilliant tropic day,
Every color of the rainbow...
It takes your breath away.
A Harpy Eagle roosts on high,
Its feathers ruffed like froth,
Alert with eager eye it waits,
For a passing, hapless sloth.
The birds of Costa Rica,
Are just part of this land, so free,
"Pura Vida" as the Ticos say..
"Pure Life"...as it's meant to be.
Happy Painting!!!