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.
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