Truly Me by Iris Anderson

I will arise and go now, and go to the Fish of Hook,

Where I can walk from beautifully babbling brook,

Which shall flow over gentle stones,

Down to the waves crashing on toughened bluffs,

The waves rising from the sea so kelly green,

Rest I shall under the redwoods, filtering the light,

The robin song shall float to me,

Over the salty breeze,

Where I can scour the forest floor,

For something I lost years before,

For this is the only place I can find me,

This is where I first body boarded, through the chop of waves,

This is where I first wrote songs, straining my brain,

This is where I first rode my bike, from trail to sea,

This is where I first was truly me.