My Isle Of Red Poem by Howard Dalton

Wrapped In Cliffs Of Red

A Tiny Look At Futures Ahead

Times Of Summer A Curved Stead

Where Exploration Filled My Head

Cape Wolf Of Howard's Cove

Morales Written Stories Told

At Four Principles Learned Cold

As My Father To His Mother Left Our Hoard

A Six Week Vacation For Him

A Glorious Hell My Grannies Grin

Ankles Thick As Oaks In Stand

A Fairy Tale Of Fire At Whim

A Beautiful Disposition Morning Began

As A Visit To The Outhouse To Empty Her Bedpan

Laughing In My Scented Task Ordered Not Asked

Wondering What Will Be Taught Today To Last

For The Most Special Of Sentence Father Passed

Was My Day Paroled Pass Light's Future Till Dark Past

Where Along The Shore Of My Isle Red

All Of Who I Am Can Now Be Read

Howie Joe.