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.