Treasure Island
Found Poem
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Pages: 1, 4, 6, 8, 10, 11, 30, 36, 43, 46, 74
The sun in the west
Was a drop of burning gold
That slide nearer
And nearer
The shore was fledged with palm trees
Reclined against the light
Their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air
A mile away
The white surf linked the dark open sea
Blue of the sky dimmed with mist
Raindrops fell pattering, rippling the surface of the water
Yet, the lagoon was still as a mountain lake
The water hissed as the rain grazed the steamy earth
Casting visions of red and yellow
A gold light danced upon shimmering water
Little breezes crept across the sand
A single blue flower quivered
The bushes were dark evergreen
Many buds and aromatic
Wax green, folded up against the light
Through the looped fantasy of forest creepers
And over heaps of sharp stone
The silence was so complete
The sill of the world
All at once they were aware
Of the evening as the end
Of light and warmth
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