Lamentations of Sanibel Island

Note: Special thanks to Elizabeth Wesley for planting the seed (another one) for this poem. And despite the dismal nature of this writing, Sanibel Island is still a beautiful place to see and visit. Sanibel, Sanibel, Sanibel dream; Once we were lovers before I knew what love means. I held your hands, your soft white sands Caressing my fingers tender; Sanibel, Sanibel where have you have gone Our love no longer lingers. Gone are your spiraling sea shells, Remains of your deep ocean friends; Gone are your crystalline shorelines I left my footprints in. From progress called sky scrapers And concrete travel parks; Sanibel, dear Sanibel, You’ve lost your sweet lovers spark. Others may find you still lovely With your great blue egret plumes; But I’m not fooled for a New York minute Because I watched shooting stars with you. While the waves washed in from the distance And the tides came and went with the moon; I gave you my all while following the call And you left me far too soon. Sanibel, Sanibel, Sanibel dream; Once we were lovers before I knew what love means.