If I had a skiff, I'd sail my skiff, I'd sail my skiff Through Southern seas; Down to a beach where I'd slowly check it -- And not irreparably wreck it -- Crash! Bang! Boom! On the nice soft sand. There I'd abandon ship and I'd land And, shoes off, walk the sand Up to coconut trees; From the coconut trees I'd make me a South Sea Island gown -- Just to the knees, From leaves of the trees, Of charming shades of green and brown. Up the hill running, skipping, The hula hula I'd go tripping, Shaking a shoulder Ever bolder, I'd flutter a signal in my hand.... And there would I gracefully lie, My chin in my hands and gaze, Till in the surf's green spray, My true love was cast away And through the tropic haze Climbed toward me and the sky.... At least that's the way I feel after reading So many reams Of those desert island novels. Oh my, how I do dream dreams! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE BUILDER by WILL ALLEN DROMGOOLE IMMORTALITY [OR, VERSE] by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR UPON A SPIDER CATCHING A FLY by EDWARD TAYLOR SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |