My home of summer,
my island of paradise,
where all days are full of endless beaches
and the nights full of stars.

The Gayhead Cliffs that see the Newport Bridge,
and the bike paths that winds around the island
like vines wrapped around a tree,
are few of the sites I love to see
upon this little island where I will always want to be.

My time with friends,
at the beach we love,
with waves crashing on out heads,
and our faces full with heat.

The trips to Chilmark Chocolates 
with eagerness in our faces,
for the sweet taste of candy;
that could be from no other places.

When a storm was at sea
the rocky jetty was perfect for me.
There was the wind that almost blew me off my feet.
The thrill of danger absorbed me.

With a storm at bay,
on our very last day,
I knew it was the island beckoning me to stay.
But, the storm wore away;
I said good-bye
to the things I love with a sigh.

Martha's Vineyard doesn't disappear until summer slips away.
With one last try
I grasp it back before the final good-bye.
It slips out of my head
and into the air with all the other summer 
memories.