Kid Castaway
A cool ocean breeze with the waves at its knees
Brings a chill til the sun heats the sand
And then I shall dive to see fish so alive
Too pretty to die at my hand
These coconut palms and this old book of psalms
Offer nourishment and useful kindling
I was not taught to read but I have to concede
Books are handy when campfires are dwindling
I gaze at the grave of my parents, so brave
Such a beautiful place to be lain
They said watch the distance and those azure skies
Be prepared for a ship or a plane
They said this adventure could make me a man
“But whatever you do… do the prep.”
And, Hey! there’s a plane and I check again
Where I’ve laid out some shells to spell HLEP
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