Island of Sylt

I smile and feel the wind massage my face Then close my eyes to smell the fresh sea air The seagull’s wings catch wind then float with grace A day on Sylt can wash away all care. I love to see the changing of your tide Then feel your mud squeeze gently through each toe You steal my breath your rippled surface wide Now baring gifts of sea shells as you go. When you return your rushing waters swirl And take back all your precious jewels too I watch in wonder as your wavings curl And I’m in awe just at the sight of you Now lying on your sand I watch each cloud They tell me stories changing forms for me Today the Greek Gods sat there very proud As if they wanted all the world to see The sun has bent down low to take a drink Now thirsty from his journey through the sky He dips his head in waters turning pink Then quickly disappearing shuts his eye Oh, isle of Sylt your sandy beaches fair Invite me to return and taste your shore The salty waters where I’ll sit and stare Oh, isle of Sylt I’m knocking at your door Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 09.22.2014 Contest: Iambic Verse II Giorgio A.V. 3rd