Visit my island

by Erika   Feb 22, 2007


Hey, my dear friend,
won't you come visit with me
and island that i have kept hidden.
Trees are tall and swaying
when coconuts fall.
Roll into the cold clear water.
Feet feel heavy with sand,
stuck to the bottom.
Hear the gulls swarming the water.
The salt of jerky to eat.

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