Treasure Island

Sean Joyce

(17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

It Happened in an Isolated Bay In 1931


Voices calling in the early morning
so we jump up and getting dressed
rush to tall wide windows
that overlook the bay

In the twilight of the morning
we watch the water slip away
and soon the sand and muddy
bottom and all the fish lie bare

People went out collecting fish
they built a fire and cooked
the fish in a great big pot
the children were happy

We watched all day and wondered
Will the stars now leave the sky
will the sun and all the planets…
We can never forget that day

Submitted: Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Edited: Wednesday, January 04, 2006

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