My Heart Is On An Island

My heart is on an island Half a continent away. It’s not a hot and sunny isle With palm trees all asway. The trees are oaks and maples, The winters cold and raw The waves pound on the beaches, And black-winged ravens caw. However, there’s a warmth inside The panes and doors alight, Where musicians, artists, poets Hold the floor and take the mike. Everywhere the neighbors join In churches, homes, and halls For parties or for pot-lucks Or attending winter balls. In fall and spring and summer The outdoor island shines. Fields and scrub and marshes Are dressed up to the nines With elderberry, roses, and Feathery waving grasses And sunny sandy beaches With sun-tanned lads and lasses. I miss that lovely island For a million different reasons. My heart will always live there No matter what the seasons.