by John Smallshaw
The Island of a thousand smiles
a thousand miles across the sea
waits patiently for me.
I row as fast as I can go
but influenced by wind and tides
that guide me in all different ways
I am at sea a thousand days.
The smiles wear thin waiting for me to sail in
the Island sits so patiently.
Its pearly whites sit tight for me
but I am all at