The EndA Poem by Vanessa PavelockHere I am at the end of
the Island, sitting with
my feet dangling over forbidden bluffs.
I
look ahead to see that there
is nowhere else to
go from here--no dirt
path or signs. Yet
below I hear reckless waves
meet a rocky shore, and
a sailor whispers,
“Welcome
home.” © 2013 Vanessa PavelockReviews
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