Written while on holiday on the Isle of Wight, 2020. In the news was the Corona pandemic, refugees arriving by dingy on the coast of Kent, and the Brexit deal.
Perhaps it's because we're an island race That each year we're called to the sea; Packing up bags and longing to taste The salty air, relax and just be. This group of isles off Europe's coast Settled by Romans, then the Saxon's home, Conquered by Normans, (the Nazis almost); Come together in the British genome. Is it because we're an island race And the sea defines our borders, That some are conscious of limited space So call for tighter immigration orders. Maybe it's because we're an island race That some fear being over run. While others are willing to reach and embrace Seeing all humans as one. No one is an island, the poet wrote So naming our inter-dependency And yet the channel has become our moat. Pull up the drawbridge, Brexit's our legacy.