An Island Home

An Island home A land that is not my own, but one I call my home, born in the sound of ‘bow bells’, brought up in the squawk of seagulls, my cockney slang, traded for a gaelic twang. I stepped off the boat, a journey to a home away from home greeted by a gust of wind, my new life was about to begin. I fell in love with the foaming blue, glistening in the sun, I fell in love with the grey cliffs, towering among emerald hills, I fell in love with golden sand, spreading between my toes. That night the moon shone brightly in the clear sky; Inside the sea-beaten walls of Peel Castle, the Moddey dhoo howled its sad tale. The beauty of the hills still mists my eyes, All around me, Manannan cloaks this magic isle.