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.
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