Picture an island deep within your mind's eye
White sands that freshen footsteps to whispered echoed sighs
The waves that wash each morning and help the lonely bard
With fossiled shells and coral...of rakes of sunken shards
Picture yet a lean-to...palms that rustle air
Settle into breezes...sit without a care
Ponder sailing vessels...watch their canvas wave
Entertained by porpoises who play and don't behave
Take into consideration the fresh unpolluted air
Breath it into lungs...then wish for all to share
The beat of earth and islands...the song of natures best
The beauty of a tropic atoll that put us all to test
We the voyage master with needs of finer colors
Standing at life's wheel... wishing hearts much fuller
Steering to the south...led by a southern star
Searching for life's mysteries and landing where you are
This Fuschia colored paradise the chartreuse of the foliage
The brighter blues than ever seen forgetting all life's mileage
The peace that's here...the comfort...the purity of all
The whisper to each others' heart that love has come to call
Whether sands receive the footsteps, or if the soul is greeted
Fact is that nature led me here...it means I'm not defeated
I want the peace that I have earned...I deserve the beat that's here
I want it all but know inside...I must consider there's
Maybe another here to judge...and send me on to roam
I can't imagine sailing off when all this feels like home.
I was born there. Only bombs could forces us to move away from there. It did not make us bitter. It gave us a glimpse of how beautiful creation could be.
At the heart of the eight compelling nonfiction stories and five-article appendix which make up Dreams of the Immortal City Savannah is this interesting question: What would your life mean if you were living someone else's dream of what it should be?
Expands beyond the safety of pages bound by predictability to explore and often confirm exciting creative possibilities. A shimmering collage of memoir, creative nonfiction, literary journalism, and dizzying flights into poetic observation, this is t
At the heart of the eight compelling nonfiction stories and five-article appendix which make up Dreams of the Immortal City Savannah is this interesting question: What would your life mean if you were living someone else's dream of what it should be?
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But the pic looks like Pee Wee Island with nothing there....
Not even a Corona, or one lawn chair....LOL
Walt
Allen
If Nature still leads you, you will never be defeated.
Love,
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.