Frigate Bird

Desert isle, visions of trees

A place not many people see

Free and easy, screaming shrilly

The Figate bird sailed by

Circled over the inner bay

Mile long Southwest Cay

Within the lagoon

It flew


Brackish water, dreamy rapture

Reached my ear

Safe and happy

Go on! Sing!


Lighthouse above the sea

Roaring ocean receeding

Softened and became silent