The Lonely Isle Poem by Gordon R Menzies

In the bay of sleeping muskies
Where the grey goose dreams
and the mist upon the water
leaves nothing as it seems
I found a lonely island, a
lonely island made of stone
I found a lonely island, and
I made that place my own

There a green canoe awaits me
and a gull with a single eye
granite stone and hooks to hone
neath endless summer sky
I found a lonely island, a
lonely island made of stone
I found a lonely island, and
I made that place my own

Where the beaver have their counsels
and the black oak sings
and weedy water whisperings
give rise to sudden wings
I found a lonely island, a
lonely island made of stone
I found a lonely island, and
I made that place my own

Where the sleeping bear is dreaming
near the crackle of the fire
with a cosy cricket serenade
of which we never tire
I found a lonely island, a
lonely island made of stone
I found a lonely island, and
I made that place my own

With pine and wine and solitude
and the wisdom of the fishes
meadow grass and heather bells
and endless forest wishes
I found a lonely island, a
lonely island made of stone
I found a lonely island, and
I made that place my own

And here it is they'll find me
with a whiskey glass in hand
tobacco pipe and poetry
at peace upon my land
upon my lonely island, a
lonely island made of stone
a quiet place to rest my mind
my heart, my flesh, my bone