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The Island Farmer

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Fragile as the patterns Beaten in the sand - Multi-layered dunes, attract the eye.

- Strongest storms have crashed

To cause their symmetry, And, hottest suns have baked Their graceful imagery.

So, too, the Island farmer possessing Elements that could be shaped, Made strong, through Nature's trials, Or, crushed to helplessness, His patterns washed away. When forcibly compelled To change his Island ways.

His furrowed brow reflects

His steadfast, long-resolve

To shape his fortunes, true to Nature's way. But, change is fast upon his land, Reflected in his gaze -

A pensive stare - with heavy heart

He puts his plow away.

Millie Walker Trainor