Island Home

I sit on my 3rd floor deck above, the scene that I have grown to love. The beach, the ocean, and those who came, to spend the day here, feeling the same. Watching the children laugh and play. Pleading with their parents to let them stay. Some come to rest, gazing out at the sea, To do nothing else, content to just be. An occasional sailboat gracefully drifts by, the colorful sail, unfurling against endless blue sky. Walks along the beach, while searching for shells, The approaching icecream truck's musical bells. A rainbow of color, from umbrellas and kites, Majestic sandcastles, built to new heights. Though I sit watching this joyful sight alone, I am never really lonely, here in my island home. 6/19/18