When you live on an island,
Climb the
highest bluff from home…
Look out
over the ocean
To find the
definition of alone.
Then walk
home through the graveyard,
Read
the names on every stone…
The remains of all your old friends,
Remind you
this island is your home.
We face
white squalls from Alaska,
The Frasier
Valley and beyond…
The wind
reminds me I’m a survivor;
The next generation to carry on.
Our water
pipes are frozen tonight,
But my
neighbors and I are fine…
One
bought a gallon of water;
The rest of
us, boxed wine.
Thanks Kathleen, this one was heartfelt. Actually, they all are, but most people in our region can relate to this one.
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