A Little Island Called Amelia Island
There was a little island in the ocean. Around it the wind blew and birds
flew and the tides rose and fell on the shore. Clouds passed over it , fish
swam around it, and fog came in from the sea and hid the little island in a
soft wet shadow. Boats sailed to the little island from far away and
herring and mackerel leaped out of the water all silver in the moonlight.
The seaweed squeaked at low tide.
Night came to the little island dark and still and seven little fireflies
flashed in the darkness.
Nights and days came and passed and the sun and the wind and the rain. And
it was good to be on the little island -- a part of the world and a world of
its own all surrounded by the bright blue sea.
