By John Yeo
Gomera Island’s cliffs and valleys are sheer,
Rock-faces that separate the neighbours.
In days of yore
Many years before
Electronic communication
A whistling language developed,
From valley to valley you would hear
When danger threatened
Or help was required
Whistling messages sounding clear.
A language of instant communication
Was employed from valley to valley.
Hello! I am here.
The personal whistle
Was heard and understood.
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