White Island Poem by Les Derbyshire

White Island

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So many things have changed
Since first I came
To the white island
In my early, early summer.
Light-stepping over the sands,
Freely wandering the green hills
When love was new and we were young.
Hibiscus, bougainvillea, oleander,
Their colours almost too rich
For the appetites of eyes
Accustomed to far plainer fare;
And the white casas in the clear light
And the hard red earth
And the timeless men on the benches
In the plaza del pueblo.
But whose are these little ones
That play along the water's edge?
No longer mine to give 'just ten minutes more'
Before we tear ourselves away
And straggle home to tea.
This much I know:
The castles in the sand
Still crumble, disappear
As though they never were,
With the swirl of the turning tide.

© Les Derbyshire June 2010 - Ibiza

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Les Derbyshire 20 June 2010

Thank you for your kind words Maria. I'm glad you like the poem. It's good to see you here too.

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Maria Shipka 20 June 2010

I fully accidentally found myself in front of this you poem dear Les...I'm glad I found a poetical soul you also wear...'so many changed since'....is topic I also like...remembering on things 'long ago' is the fate of us who something went through...who in his bag bear lot of memories :)

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