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| photo of Ocracoke Island by Jim Ogden |
I went to live beside the sea
to watch the storms that churned in me
lift the waves and stir the sky
and heard the gulls and petrols cry
and stood in wind and stinging rain
'til i regained my inland calm
of mountain morning woods and then
I drove home and built a fire
and watched the frost grow in first light
and knew these fields and wooded hills
were where I'll ever find my peace
until my time and times are done
in silver shadows of the moon
in golden shadows of the sun.
—After Yeats' "The Song of Wandering Aengus"
