AN ODE TO SAINT SIMONS ISLAND

“I feel like I’m home”, these words I spoke;
as my feet touched the island, my spirit awoke.
This special island, my place in the sun,
far from the valley where my life was begun.

With dripping moss on gnarled oak trees,
dancing waves echo the soft ocean breeze.
Fragrant azalea blossoms brilliant in their splendor,
friendly seagulls soar with wings so tender.

Forever searching for my niche in the sun,
I surely know this island is the one.
Where moss draped trees, wisteria entwined,
midst gentle ocean breeze, this treasure I find.

Artists, writers, musicians abound,
actors, athletes, fame can be found.
Culture, beauty, creativity are high,
with peaceful whispers of days gone by.

Haunting memories of ghosts from the past,
all seem to tell me “I’ve come home at last!”