One morning we watched from the hillside,
As the Oldenburg ferry came into the Lundy jetty,
She gently moored fast to the landing stage,
And from her open decks and bright lit cabins,
People, some in groups of two or three,
Or on their own, spewed out and walked,
Up the winding path that led to the island’s plateau,
To spend the day exploring the rocks and coastline.
And later in the falling afternoon light,
We watched her depart, once more laden,
With that self same cargo, this time bound,
For the mainland and the life lived there,
And we thought how lucky we were then,
To stay behind and spend some more time,
On our secret island home.
(2/12/09)
