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