Monday, August 1, 2011


It’s a place of summer sunshine,

Of restless wind and tide.

Beyond the rocky shore,

Squalling seabirds glide.

A tiny cabin nestles

Among the soaring firs,

A home away from home,

Recalled my full heart stirs.

Peace and quiet reign,

Urban clamour far away,

No surging crowds or traffic,

Just children at their play.

Island life is now behind me.

It was pure and simple joy.

But fate has intervened.

I dare not with fortune toy.

So farewell seductive Mayne.

I’ll ne’er visit you again.

Memories of your charms

Will until I die remain!

1 comment:

  1. A bittersweet work, Phil. Sorry to hear that you feel forced to give up your island sojourns.