This poem was written on and inspired by my favourite island, Lundy, which is located in the Bristol Channel, south west England between the North Devon and Welsh coasts. I travel there several times a year in order to totally switch off and be in nature.
A new year begins
Majestic and proud
The island is wrapped
In a mystical shroud
February brings
The promise of birth
Wrapped deep inside
The slumbering earth
March is here
The first day of spring
The sun warms the earth
As birds start to sing
April brings showers
A wealth of spring flowers
The Oldenburg begins to sail
Sea sick passengers weep and wail
Birds start to nest
In the month of May
New born lambs
Are happy and gay
June brings the shortest nights
Sea thrift adorns the dizzying heights
Seals sing and play at Brazen Ward
Sounding better than I, who's distinctly off chord!
Basking sharks start to shoal in July
Sky larks sing in the clearest blue sky
The paths are well trodden with day trippers galore
Thronging around the enchanted shore
In August the heather and gorse start to bloom
The island is packed and there is no room
The air is hot and still and dry
Brows start to sweat and bodies fry
Come September the birds start to fly
For sunnier climes, warmer and dry
The days are warm and crisp and clear
Silence is deafening with nothing to hear
In October the nights start to lengthen
The leaves start to fall and the wind starts to strengthen
The deer are rutting along the east side
The bracken is gone, they have nowhere to hide
In November the chill wind blows
The 'other island' is wrapped in snow
On long moonlit nights the stars shine brightly
The Tavern is warm and open nightly
December brings Christmas, the end of the year
Fun and feasting and much good cheer
The wheel has turned and the circle now ends
The island now sleeps 'til it all starts again
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I love the rhyme and flow of your poem.
Regis
Very enjoyable. I feel like I've gone on vacation and I haven't even left my computer. Great job.
Cynthia