Desert Island

beneath circling clouds in the depths of the ocean with little nearby lies a speck of an island of but thirty-five square miles green mountain rising from which hot lava once flowed most toward the west where the people live today in modest isolation not quite as busy as during the Falkland War a remote haven for whale and turtle watchers and those not easily bored the Two Boats village an airfield called Wideawake the days are long past when lookouts stood chilly watch so 'Lil Boney' wasn't freed amid the high seas and the bluest of waters a little island not so much as forgotten as never really known