Dear Editor,
The poem below is dedicated to Island Wharf, a treasure in the middle of a vibrant town center.
Breathe.
Unwind.
Belong.
Step onto sunlit blades –
an emerald carpet unfurling
beneath your feet, each blade
a gentle hand, guiding you
to move, to rest, to inhale
the warmth of Island Wharf.
Here, green isn’t a luxury
but a lifeline: leaves murmur
soft lullabies, sunlight dances
on open lawns, and stress
slips away like morning mist.
Gather beneath rustling branches,
where laughter threads through boughs,
and even the town’s hum
melts into a distant murmur.
Deadlines blur into the breeze,
homework drifts off with drifting clouds,
to-do lists fade into the grass –
this common ground becomes
our sanctuary.
In this shared backyard,
roots of community deepen,
joy and renewal sprout side by side,
and civic life takes fragrant flight.
Island Wharf: where every breath
is an invitation, every step
a return, and together we find
our place to belong.
By Eileen J. Marum