Poets’ Corner: Ancient Sunsets


There are days when I know that this land was high.

An island, you say?

Oh yes, now,

but its valleys run deep…

falling away

beneath reefs of ancient sunsets

before water

before time,

not as sunken

as soaring….

out of green depths

sprinkled with light

filling ridges of our past…

reaching towards mountain tops

and home.

Jo Scotford Rice moved to Martha’s Vineyard with her family during the winter of 1965. She kept a daily journal, and first wrote poetry at age 10. She died on Christmas Day, 2013.