My Green Isle

{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