Michael Edwards

CASTAWAY

 

 

CASTAWAY

 

 

The rising wind blew fresh to shore

as flooding tides began to rise

and stronger winds before high water

began to blow a tropic storm.

 

And in this isolated place

engirdled by the rolling hills

I searched through natures miry tracts

unguided over hills and vales

in recesses as yet untrodden

seeking advantageous ground

 

a place where fresh cold water flowed

a higher plot for settlement

with shelter from the heat of sun

and views across the lonely sea

for if a ship should pass on by

deliverance might be mine.