
Hog Island
I am the morning sun upon your face,
The drum of rain on Fish House roof;
I am the weight of fog upon your cheek,
The smell of coffee at the break of day.
I am the ship’s bell calling you to meals,
The wheeling of the gull, the cry of loons;
I am the spongy sphagnum of dark forest paths,
The welcome granite where you rest to watch the sea.
I am the chug of lobster boats before the dawn,
The squeaking of the gangplank at the rising tide;
I am crisp stars in fathomless dark skies,
The shadow of the osprey’s wing at dusk.
I am wind weaving in the crowns of spruce,
The hissing of the wake behind your boat;
I am the burble of the yellowthroat,
The velvet wing of swallowtail or moth.
I am nature study realized in your life;
Once I have touched you, you are forever changed.
I am the heart of those who teach,
The soul of those who learn.
I am Hog Island...
Remember me.
-- Betsy Cadbury, 2002
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