Henry's Island

When the sun scorched the sand, I went to Henry’s Island. The winter came and left the shore Spring was for a while and then no more The rains beat the shingled beach The soothing autumn was within reach. Yet I spurned these tempting seasons Couldn’t persuade myself with good reasons To visit the island in fairer weather And landed on it in the harshest summer! The sands bit my feet like burning coal The beach seemed alone without a soul To the distant horizon my eyes could gaze A fishermen’s boat hang in the haze. The red crabs though found it a fun To come out of hole to bathe in the sun When I was close they were quickly gone The beach was alive and I wasn’t alone. The seagulls skimmed the waves for fish The sea was all mine like in the dreamiest wish Placing all her beauties at only my command Gifting me a glorious summer at Henry’s Island.