La Cortedad, Page 2 Of 2 Poem by John Bliven Morin

Next day, the Mainland
people found
Great destruction
All around!
The storm had struck
So violently,
Leveling homes
And tearing trees,
Yet worse it would
Have been, so bad,
Without the Isle
Of La Cortedad.
And looking thankfully
Toward the Isle,
A look of fear
Replaced their smile,
For where La Cortedad
Should be,
They only saw
The rolling sea.

For several days
The bodies came;
Some, no living man
Could name.
Most found a single,
Common grave,
The Mainlanders
With pity gave.
And a stone they raised
With words so sad:
“Here lies the village
Of La Cortedad”