Home is where the water is.
A poem inspired by the island I love.
Home is where the water is
Spacious, wild and free
Home is where the water is
Living near the sea.
Home is where the water is
On an island, long not wide
Home is where the water is
You’ll find me at the tide.
Home is where the water is
Breathe in the salty air
Home is where the water is
Use riprap as a chair.
Home is where the water is
Sunshine, rain or snow
Home is where the water is
A place where time moves slow.
Home is where the water is
The sound of crashing waves
Home is where the water is
My sanity, it saves.
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