
{This is a response to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word count challenge based on Google Maps. This week, we are in Ireland, on an island, in the middle of a lake. Such beautiful seclusion clearly appealed to me, a mom of four!
A morning glory is a white- or blue-flowered climbing vine that blooms in the morning hours.
Hope you enjoy my short lyric. Thank you for the prompt and for coming by to read!}
My island is my favorite place,
My favorite place to be,
Among the morning glories,
Underneath the old fir tree;
And though I know Rapunzel’s hair
Won’t tumble from this tower,
I wile away the summer’s day
And write among the flowers.
My sturdy notebook, spiral-bound,
My bench, all weather-worn,
I count the tower, stone by stone,
And think my thoughts alone.
What would life be, without the still?
Its busy, burnished blur
Cannot compete with silence:
My green isle,
Beneath the fir.
Copyright 2019 Andrea LeDew
Oh, this is so very peaceful! Thank you.
Thanks Alice!
A pleasant evocation of a tranquil location.
Thanks Penny.
That’s lovely, Andrea. Wouldn’t mind being there myself!