Selkirk Alone 1707

Marooned the word Waves hiss at my dilemma And palms caress The trade winds brought me here. Sad flotsam serves The stuff of my crude cabin And jungle goop A remedy For skitters quite severe. The hardy gulls Companions each blue morning Who show me shells For boiled meat, tasty too. And wood stocked high For bonfires In the darkness Bringing hope And maybe glad rescue. I lift myself With songs once learned In childhood And written thoughts penned On a sun-dried leaf. But none to hear Or offer back Rich comment To bring this castaway relief. Dear God I know your care And closeness ever And see your Hand In gripping starlit sky. But strength is sparse And months expired Beyond all number Yet still tomorrow I will try. https://sites.google.com/site/stuffthatrhymes/follow-me/blog/selkirkalone1707