The Lion's Book: A Poetry Collection

The Island

Trodden steps are lost within the thicket.

The creeping vines are silky lace around

scattered giants that tower above it

as creeping critters produce sour sound.

The sunbasked green emits a vibrant shine

that echoes emotion both near and far.

Clovers bring fortune to flowers so fine

but never to that place next to the scar.

Leafy shade blankets the path up the slope

but diminishes 'fore reaching the beach.

Their vines tie up the landscape like a rope

and are never out of the childrens' reach.

But what lies here should worry you the least,

go to where the sand is- there lives the beast.