If I had a ship,
I'd sail my ship,
I'd sail my ship
Through Eastern seas;
Down to a beach where the slow waves
     thunder ~
The green curls over and the white falls
     under ~
Boom!  Boom!   Boom!
On the sun-bright sand.
Then I'd leave my ship and I'd land,
And climb the steep white sand,
And climb to the trees,
The six dark trees,
[. . .]
And there would I rest, and lie,
My chin in my hands, and gaze
At the dazzle of sand below,
And the green waves curling slow,
And the grey-blue distant haze
Where the sea goes up to the sky. . . .

And I'd say to myself as I looked so lazily down at
     the sea:
"There's nobody else in the world, and the world
     was made for me."

~ [Apologies to:  A. A. Milne WHEN WE WERE VERY YOUNG, E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc. 1924] The Island.