I wrote the following poem for my friend Pauline,

after we returned from a lovely weekend at her cottage

on this beautiful Gulf Spring Island.

Our day ended with a little liquid refreshment!

"Oh, how did you get there, Old Man in the Moon?

Did you take a long flight, on the end of a kite?

Please tell me, Old Man in the Moon."

(author unknown)

Crystal waters of azure blue beckon with their tide,

To explore this Island’s winding lanes that speak of a time gone by.

Where settlers built their humble homes and farmers their land did till,

A land that rests within a world, where time would seem to stand still.

An unhurried world, its tranquil charm gives respite to the breast,

The Hand of God has touched it, breathing life while offering rest.

Deer and squirrels, sheep and geese, command this land’s domain,

The Heron stands upon its rock, unsuspecting fish to claim.

The humming bird, a brief moment of rest, sips nectar refreshing and sweet,

Outstretched wings swoop high above, the Eagle flies to its retreat.

Artists and painters their talents reveal, their inherent gifts display,

And, as if for them, Nature endows its hues in bright array.

Day surely ends as night appears; the heavens look down from afar,

The Pleiades and Orion one by one show their glittering stars,

Horizons dim on waters dark, silver rays start to loom,

To wait in expectation, in awe of a brandied Moon.

© Maureen: August 11, 1994

05/26/2010