Friday, September 23, 2016
Island people never skip
For joy on a glorious day…
We stand alert and ready,
Eyeing storms that head our way.
Dodging swallows and bats in the summer;
Avoiding spider webs in the fall,
We hunker down for the winter,
When the wild winds threaten us all.
The absent sun returns in spring,
To fields a John Deere tractor plows…
There is a sudden beauty defiant;
Heaven rarely reveals or allows.