Lone Island

A solitary island sits

In a great sea of fresh water

Alone in the middle of the lake

Virtually untouched by man

Pelicans enjoy the water

Surrounding the small lone island

Fish a flitting through the log reeds

Twisting and turning as they play

The highest point stands well above

The calm still waters below it

Which writhe and swell around it

When a destructive storms rolls in

But while the seasons come and go

And the storms batter the old rocks

The island shall stand above all

And guard over it's fine jewels