On a sunny day
you came from far
to come home
for the final time

As the boat drew in
past the low houses
on the waterfront
you looked on the old town

Many you called on
Many called on you
Far out west
on the edge of sea

I captured you
in among those you loved
enjoying the warmth
of family bonds

Back you would be
of course
we all come back
to where our roots lie

When the boat drew away
past the low houses
you looked back
knowing you could not be back

Back you were called
beyond the ravages of age
beyond the bodily pain
where all suffering ends

Your spirit remains
with the island folk
far out west
on the edge of the sea

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