| The Island |
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| The Island by Jim Metcalf In youth, I dreamed of sailing ships and voyages to unknown places. I dreamed I'd say farewell to all I knew; goodbye, to things familiar. Then I'd set out to sea one day and go where the winds would blow me; through storm and calm and sun and starlight dancing on the midnight blue of oceans. And the wind would sing its songs to me and tell me of a golden island, where only peace and beauty were; a place where I could spend my days when I grew tired of roaming. But, now I know, if there is an isle of gold, I need not travel far to find it; I know, if it exists at all, it's here....somewhere within me. |
