Home on the waves

I am from the Island.

From red sandy beaches,  

And dusty dirt roads.

I am from the excitement of old home week,

and a stroll along the boardwalk accompanied by a delicious sundae.

I am from the warmth of the woodstove on a chilly winter evening.

From snow covered rooftops,

and roads like an ice rink.

I am from the adrenaline of sledding down an icy hill,

and the relaxing sound of snow underfoot.

I am from scraped knees,  

and grass stains.

From mosquito bites,

and the smell of campfire.    

I am from sunburnt shoulders,  

and chlorine soaked hair.

I am from fiery sunsets, magical portraits,

and aesthetic abstract.

From simple sketches,  

and colorful canvases.

I am from creativity,

and hands decorated with paint.

I am from loving family,  

and amazing friends.

From a comforting home cooked meal,  

or a late-night adventure with friends.

I am from baking with Grandma,

and gardening with Grandpa.

I am from the island.

From breathtaking views,

and lively towns.

I am from cozy winters,  

and adventurous summers.

From eye catching art.

I am surrounded by love and kindness,

excitement and beauty.  

The island is where I am from