The Island Poem by Barry Middleton

where is the island I seek
too small for predation
but for hungry sea birds
that circle and dive for fish

grass huts and shanties
open to the quiet breeze
never locked nor need be
for the tribe is a family

coconut and mango grow
greens and herbs plentiful
as are fish and breadfruit
the earth feeds the people

where is the island garden
once here beneath my feet
shall it never come again
as a dreamer awaits mercy