A Tiny Island Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Out beyond the sea on a tiny island as yet unchartered,
lived a young girl, beauty defined.

There had never been a report of a ship going down anywhere
near - this girl had just appeared one day and began her
life there.

This island was filled with fruit, she planted a garden, so
there was plenty to eat, and her home was made entirely of
driftwood from the sea.

Oddly enough there was an unlimited supply of paper, pens,
canvas, music and paints.

Her whole life it seemed was consumed with writing, painting
and music which only her mind could see and interpret.

Early morning would always find her on the beach, listening
and watching waves lap upon the shore.

No one else was on the island, nothing to really write about,
yet constantly day after day, she'd fill pages with stories
and poetry.

Within intellect seeing so many things and with determined conviction believed she must get them on paper for all to
see.

Keeping an ongoing diary, written in poetic form, writing
vividly of her life on the island.

Not a thing went unnoticed nor was it ever forgotten, as
barefooted, she combed the island, finding it all and
recording her ideas in imagination.