What’s this I see? An island? White sand?

I cautiously swim forth and step foot on the land.

Turning to the sea, I bid a fond farewell,

For back upon land, is where I mean to dwell.

The days are long and lonesome, be solitude my friend?

For thirst I find water, to my needs I attend.

The days are peaceful and sun drenched,

My life becomes entirely entrenched.

I see rescue? A boat in the far yonder?

Fire a signal lit, to shoreline do I wander.

A rowboat encroaches bringing shouts of salutation,

I am afloat, buoyed by elation.

From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories

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