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📌 It Was A Small Island
It was a small island,
A tiny mountain, hillock, really,
Of rock and trees and rich dark loam
Made of rotted leaves.
You could walk entirely around it
In two dozen minutes, not more,
On that tiny path
That many feet, mostly bare,
Had walked so many times before.
Sunlight dripping from our paddles
We crossed the creek
Imaging what evils lurked
In waters deep
Beneath us.
The cedar strip of our canoe
Our only safety net.
It was a small island.
The climb was short,
And we would sit upon its peak.
Drink in the day along with wine.
Eat fruit and bread.
And lay upon the grass; bask in the warmth.
Watch sunset on the distant shore
As each other we explore; a gentle fear.
And eat once more.
Stars glow in the sky above.
And in your eyes so clear and blue.
I see the day replayed.
It was a small island,
My love.
Poem Copyright © 2014 by Stephen B. Henry.
Watercolr-style image ChatGPT assisted.
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📌 It Was A Small Island
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