RHYME Poem: Mike’s Island, by Sarah Tokarskiy

It’s a small island that’s been there forever
Shaped by storms and icy weather
There seems to be no reason or rhyme
As to how it stood the test of time

It saw lots of tourists and passersby
It felt the season change and die
It thought it was misshapen and wrong
Until the day that you came along

You were visiting alongside the others
Yet they ran soon after back to their brothers
You took a boat and found your way
Despite the waves that pushed you away

You took your time arriving to shore
Wanting and needing to find its core
You staked your claim for the world to know
It’s your island, your shelter, come rain or snow

You visited often and made it your home
Each time staying to map and roam
You found its treasures and marked them yours
And it protected you from the great out doors