Stranded Island Melodies
Although I do not know,
anything about a guitar
other than strings, curvy, musical,
I have always wanted to play.
If I were to be
stuck on an island allowed one thing,
it would be a guitar.
If I were to be
stuck on an island all alone,
I would have plenty of time
to teach myself.
Imagine the skill I could obtain
from singing in the sand,
guitar in hand.
Maybe I could start a band,
with my animal clan...
I could use it to get my food,
to fight angry island life,
to calm my mind.
Imagine if I were to ever be recued,
my story would be told through music
that I learned to make myself.
How better to spend my life than
stranded on an island,
guitar in hand and singing in the sand,
sun shining giving me a deep, brown glow,
creating music, stories, memories
that I can share when, if I ever were to leave
my new animal clan
with my many stranded island melodies.
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