Island Man (A Poem by Grace Nichols)

Hey guys, so Mrs.P has us doing another assignment!

We got to hear a new poem during drama class, called Island Man, and now she has us doing a small reflective of where we would want to be if we woke up.

If I was to wake up, I think I would like to be on the beach of Hawaii, drinking pina coladas out of a coconut! Ha!
Kind of similar to the man who is used to waking up on an island, and now finds himself in the busy city of London. But who wouldn't want to wake up on a beautiful island?
The sparkling blue water, hitting the shore, white, hot sand tickling your feet. Paradise.
Until that happens, check out the poem;

Island Man (for a Caribbean island man in London who still wakes up to the sound of the sea)

by Grace Nichols

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Morning

and island man wakes up

to the sound of blue surf

in his head

the steady breaking and wombing

wild seabirds

and fishermen pushing out to sea

the sun surfacing defiantly

from the east

of his small emerald island

He always comes back

groggily groggily

comes back to sands

of a grey metallic soar

to a surge of wheels

to dull North Circular roar

muffling muffling

his crumpled pillow waves

island man heaves himself;


another London day

Okay, that's it for blogging today!
I'm too busy listening to my favorite song Animal - Neon Trees.
Catch ya'll later, hopefully.
-Claire