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

For another poem about writing, read A Word.