Do you remember this poem? I wrote it down (quite fancily), put it in a frame and gave it to you for your birthday (many moons ago). We were at the height of a (rather long) phase, when we wished our family (our perfect, wonderful, all-we-needed-in-the-world family) could move to an island and live out the rest of our days (Swiss-Family-Robinson-style).
If once you have slept on an Island
If once you have slept on an Island,
You’ll never be quite the same;
You may look as you looked
And go by the same old name,
You may hustle about in street and shop
You may sit at home and sew,
But you’ll see blue water and wheeling gulls
Wherever your feet may go,
You may chat with neighbors of this and that
And close to the fire keep,
But you’ll hear ship whistle and lighthouse bell
And tides beat through your sleep,
And you won’t know why and you can’t say how
Such a change upon you came,
But once you have slept on an island
You’ll never be quite the same.
I thought of that poem while we were up north; when we discovered this beautiful spot. This gorgeous island. It was perfect and everything we would have wanted all those years ago (if a bit over-inhabited for our seclusion-seeking taste). I wanted to share some images, since I thought of you so much while I was there and those salty, island dreams we used to have. And, who knows, maybe one day (many adventures from now) life will tempt you with a visit to the Ile D’orleans…
And what about you, my travelling sister? Any islands to share with me?