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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.

Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021

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Ann Peck Date: 8/30/2021 8:58:00 AM A lovely poem, Barbara. Your descriptive words are wonderful. "...elderberry, roses, and feathery waving grasses..." I can a see that. Altho not an island, I miss a place in time like that when neighbors cared and people shared. Login to Reply Barbara Peckham Date: 8/31/2021 3:21:00 PM I guess all of us as we grow older, remember some special place. Thanks so much for your thoughtful comment.

Gershon Wolf Date: 7/15/2021 6:28:00 PM This is wonderful: The title, the concept, the stanzas, the longing and yearning. I can really relate; my heart is half a world away. Thanks for a wonderful read, Barabara. :) gw Login to Reply Barbara Peckham Date: 7/15/2021 6:38:00 PM You are too kind. I understand the longing for what was past, even though I know that I am now in the place I need to be. I am not unhappy, just reminiscing. Thanks so mu ch for your thoughtful comment.