Written in P.E.I, summer 2006.
In a place so very far from home
a place where I am all alone.
No music to consol my grief,
no friend to help in time of need.
There's nothing in this town for me,
no one willing to let me breath.
I turn around and bow my head,
and decide to take a walk instead.
As I walk along the sandy shore,
I find that there is so much more.
The birds that fly above my head,
the waters rush against a sandy bed.
The sun above
the grass below
I realize now-
Im not alone.
I do not need the human voice,
to tell me that I have a choice.
After all this time, I've come to see I have found another friend.
The friend of nature is truly mine, until the very end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.