I head back
to my home
where I am
I belong
then bring tools
supplies to
the isle for
a long road
to recover
seasons pass
life returns
green springs new
saplings sprout
the skies clear
the stop leaves
weathered whole
at long last
value grasped
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The Isle
Poetrywhat is a man to do when his secret haven is ravaged by a true force of nature?. Based on the tribe form of poetry
Fourteen
I head back
to my home
where I am
I belong
then bring tools
supplies to
the isle for
a long road
to recover
seasons pass
life returns
green springs new
saplings sprout
the skies clear
the stop leaves
weathered whole
at long last
value grasped