A Welcome To the Isle of St Mary
After a long passage we were weary.
With the Wolf Rock astern the sleepy sun
dipped behind the low Isle of St Mary.
We eased into twilight with a beckon
from the Peninnis light. Tom heard a splash,
then phosphorescence ripped beneath the sea.
Inverse aurora displayed with a flash,
and a squeak from the deep, for us to see.
Over the bow Phil reached and touched the fins
of a leaping vibrant frame, with delight
at our union with a pod of dolphins
making us welcome at the fall of night.
In the Isles of Scilly safely anchored,
how privileged we'd been, how favoured.
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