Egg Rock

A journey to an island

One without moss, grass, or a single tree

Surrounded by no fog

Or snow,

However pale or white its shores shown

A story with a modest beginning,

A modest ending.

A forgettable crag, not without its past

The home of a legend however small,

Relatively unknown

May hold a purpose bigger than us all

Its not a lonely island,

Never without the company of passerby

It sits just outside the man made rock of Nahant

To swim would seem like a voyage

Without end

But today, my vessel and I

Make our way to the home of Milo

A hero in his own right,

What a companion he must have been

Centuries ago, one could see the lighthouse

Flashing cautionary glances to navigators

And travelers by small boat

Like today,

As i paddle out,

Just my vessel and I

An island with a singular purpose:

To be wary of those who wander the sea

A symbol of protection

Its occupants,

Of high honor

When the structure fell

It was the attendant’s companion

Who took on the leading role

Of island protector, a champion of angry sea

On a day of treacherous rain and wind

It was the valor and courage of Milo,

Leaping into the angry sea

Saving the boy from an untimely death

The son of the islands protector, owed his life

To the valor and courage of milo

I hope that when i can finally drag my boat onto its shore,

I will hear, however faintly,

Milo’s distant, cautionary bark

The valor and courage of Milo;

A modest legend,

A small part of history,

On top a tiny island,

In a giant ocean.

An unknown poet.

Kyle O’Leary