 dredging sand will enhance coastline |  shaping the sand will make it great |  The Rits, Villas and roadside mall |  So how do we keep it fresh every day |  sand usage for your relaxation |
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 what can we do with sand |  so what else can you do with sand. |  what can you do with enough sand |  So can you get romantic with sand? |  With lights you can even do more |
We are seeking Land buyers investors and partners. Buy one acre or an 1/2 acre and build your own vacation villa in a beautiful and tranquil setting
Perhaps you are interested in investing in a development in an up-scale vacation spot. There is no better or safer place to do this than the Island of Anguilla. B.W.I.
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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The Star is where th available lots are located. just follow the dirt road down to edge from the main road!
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How do you like your beach Rocky or Sandy? At the R.I.T.S. The choice is always Yours!
Laying in a hamock in the shade between to Palm trees is as close to heavenly tranquilty as you can get.
Charter a leasure vessel and cruise around the Island or visit a neighboring Island there are many to choose from in the North Eastern Caribbean .
The One in Paradise
THOU wast that all to me love For which my soul did pine -- A green isle in the sea love A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers And all the flowers were mine. Ah dream too bright to last! Ah starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries "On! on!" -- but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute motionless aghast! For alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! No more -- no more -- no more -- (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree Or the stricken eagle soar! And all my days are trances And all my nightly dreams Are where thy grey eye glances And where thy footstep gleams -- In what ethereal dances By what eternal streams.
November and it's warm, There is no wind or rain. The sun shines so bright, The beach calls me again. Smell the salt, seaweed, From the ocean vast. Clear as crystal, Smooth as a looking glass. Tiny waves lap gently, Against the sandy shore. In rhythm singing, Playing music to allure. Lap, lap, lap, The waves sing quietly, Tap, tap, tap, Fingers keep the beat. Eyes are closed, Ears turned to the sea. Air fills the lungs, This is life to me. Each grain of sand, Distinctly seen. Pebbles black and brown, Reflect the suns gold beams. The water's clear and cold, Yet it still beckons me. Below the surface I belong,
Boat Charters to cruise around the Island of Anguilla and Scrub Islands available.