spaghettipie

Goodbye, Island!

If once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same;
You may look as you looked the day before
And go by the same old name,

You may bustle about in street and shop;
You may sit and home and sew,
But you’ll see blue water and wheeling gulls
Wherever your feet may go.

You may chat with neighbors of this and that
And close to your fire keep,
But you’ll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell
And tides beat through your sleep.

Oh you won’t know why, and you can’t say how
Such change upon you came,
But once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same.

~Rachel Field

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6 comments

  1. spaghettipie

    K – Thanks for the prayers. We did make it back safely and no children were hurt in the process. 🙂

    A – Actually, I think they would rather me not work so hard . . . they have a thing about “summer” people.

    G – One of my favorites. I found when I got home I took lots of pictures of my daughter and of sunsets.

    L – Thanks!

  2. Krista

    I agree with Alyssa!! Just one more job to add to your amazing list. LOVE this poem. Can’t wait to read it to Julia.

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