The Island

We explored the

Mountains, hills, woods

And seaside beaches,

Sang all the songs,

By firesides and bars,

Through every season

More times than could

Count until the day you

Drove 'cross the

Causeway, left this your

Home, all the birds went

Silent of song, waterfalls

Dry, there weren't enough

Notes to sing out more

Music nor tears to fill

Dry lakes, when you

Packed up and went off

Without a goodbye, one

Lone piper skirls for

This dead rock in the

Sea but we'll rise again

And better to be.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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