It Was A Small Island
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wizardsplaceAuthor, Poet, Online Presence Mentor.
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It Was A Small Island< br/>A Poem by Rev. Stephen B. Henry PhD.< br/>Copyright 2014

It Was A Small Island

by wizardsplace

It was a small island, A tiny mountain, hillock, really, Of rock and trees and rich dark loam Made of rotted leaves.

You could walk entirely around it In two dozen minutes, not more, On that tiny path That many feet, mostly bare, Had walked so many times before.

Sunlight dripping from our paddles We crossed the creek Imagining what evils lurked In waters deep Beneath us.

The cedar strip of our canoe Our only safety net. It was a small island.

The climb was short, And we would sit upon its peak. Drink in the day along with wine. Fruit and bread we eat.

And lay upon the grass; bask in the warmth. Watch sunset on the distant shore As each other we explore; a gentle fear. And eat once more.

Stars glow in the sky above. And in your eyes so clear and blue. I see the day replayed.

It was a small island, My love.

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dannibear1461Bronze CommaMum, Novice at poetry
a year agoReply
I loved this

bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
a year agoReply
The poem was beautiful The verses were lyrical. It was like rich dark blue velvet in my mind. Your imagery is incredible. I love your description of the scene. I could hear the splash from the paddles as you stroked the canoe to the island. Great poem

johnchangBronze Commajust a man discovering his superpowers
a year agoReply
Welcome to the island! :) Looking forward to more!