Bankok

Like a huge serpent, its mouth opened wide at dawn we approached, through fisher and boat Slowly we entered a world with tide the West had not seen, Siam’s royal coat The smell of incense and sweet mossy shore Beautifully adorned golden temples shine Large ships moored amid stream both aft and fore Making slowly for Bangkok, our whites fine. Entering the crowded harbor we gaze Anchor let go, the first since WWII Liberty launch to shore all in amaze Rushing ashore, things to come, not a clue The kingdom of Thailand raises her dress I leave this exotic jewel a mess.