“Rickety it just might be, the bride so wee, something very old, but be bold and take the first step and off and across the waters you go!” Gun Roswell

A bridge carrying you over
To the paradise, or sort of
It’s an island surrounded by water
Maybe even get, a pet otter

Alas it’s heaven for those
Whom seek solitude and prose
So come on down get your dose
Of eternal, sometime surreal

Dream of the Finns
Where life really begins
On an island, in the middle
Of nowhere, without a paddle