~ Anchor ~
Posted: Tuesday, 09 September 2008 |
4 comments |
Anchor me to a rock
For here I wish to stay.
On an island
Seclusion is for me.
From early morn
To late at night.
My view is of the bay
Enchanting is the scene
Paradise I found
Is here.
To the west of the isle
Calgary bay
White sands
And the
Atlantic Ocean
Here I can play.
Saturday morn
Shopping on main street
Quiet is the scene
As the bay opposite
Can testify
The wee boats
Moored - sleeping.
No hectic pace of life
Nor angry voices of in-patience
These things I shall not miss
For life is precious
And here I can live.
So anchor me
To a rock
Solid in foundation
As my Aquarian status
Depicts
Water all around
Now you can leave
For I have found
成人快手 is here
On an isle called 'Mull'.
By
isle poet
漏 Copyright 2008
Posted on Island Poet at 22:25
Comments
welcome to the madness of IB: lovely poem---truthful etc:
carol from over here
Thank you Carol - one hopes to be enchanted all the more - even in 'winter'
isle poet from Mull
Oh, how lucky you are.
You have everything that I desire.
Oh,how I envy you.
cathy from kilmarnock
How kind of you to say Cathy, and indeed I feel Robbie Burns would be equally enchanted of such a location as Mull.
island poet from Mull
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