What wind and water failed to destroy, a subsequent fire sealed the fate of Indinloa. I read this poem, walked this beach and had to know more about this city that is no more. If you like history of interesting places please read on. My poem is at the end. Thy fame is ended and thy beauty fled.
Bleak memory call thee form the silent dead.
While moonbeams dancing as the billows roar, Will seem as bright, yet dance ont thee no more. So you are not forgotten, don't you see. With stories of the days gone by, Your forty grand years that didn't die. Your cisterns long since dry, The cap'ts tomb now empty The church bell doesn't ring, and the seagulls seldom cry. And care not to compare, but to be a village by the sea.