Island Swing Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

There is an island in the sea
Forgot by time and man
Its sandy shoals are plain and cold
Where tiny sealife crawls

But as with most forsaken rocks
This place as dwelling serves
To hardy folk who fear no dearth
Or loneliness or need

They live from day to day and trust
Their little spot on earth
Is just enough for what they need
To run and fish and sing

There is a battered seaside swing
That’s rocked both young and old
Though some have tumbled when too high
Their bursting heart would speed

Some folks who totter from old age
Still wander to that place
Where as a child, they swung so free
Though now they walk with canes

They see the flowers growing wild
As pretty as can be
No florist in a city shop
Could replicate this scene

Is there a place in your worn heart
An island far away
Where you can go when tide runs low
When life is at its ebb?

There is an island in the sea
Forgot by time and man
Its sandy shoals are plain and cold
Where tiny sealife crawls.