When we had first crash landed,
The island was a Godsend.
a refuge from the maelstrom
with fish and fruits to eat..
When a rogue wave swamped Electra
our lives were forfeit., I’d have swore
We latched onto a piece of driftwood
We paddled towards the shore
Past endurance and exhausted
We wound up in an inlet.
We blest the waves that pushed us
Up upon that foreign shore
We learned to live like primitives
with water sweet not brackish,
the island helped sustain us
while we sought help from the sea.
Some months now I’ve been stranded
With my hope of rescue fading
I’ve had no need of language
since I prayed before your grave.
I am lonely past enduring
With no hope of rescue coming
With Noonan’s knife I slit my wrists
I will not see the morning.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC
When we had first crash landed,
The island was a Godsend.
a refuge from the maelstrom
with fish and fruits to eat..
When a rogue wave swamped Electra
our lives were forfeit., I’d have swore
We latched onto a piece of driftwood
We paddled towards the shore
Past endurance and exhausted
We wound up in an inlet.
We blest the waves that pushed us
Up upon that foreign shore
We learned to live like primitives
with water sweet not brackish,
the island helped sustain us
while we sought help from the sea.
Some months now I’ve been stranded
With my hope of rescue fading
I’ve had no need of language
since I prayed before your grave.
I am lonely past enduring
With no hope of rescue coming
With Noonan’s knife I slit my wrists
I will not see the morning.
Amelia Erhart and Pat Noonan crashed in Erhart's Electra and disappeared. A massive search and rescue was mounted to no avail. Perhaps they were captured by the Japanese and executed. Perhaps the died in the crash. Here is one possible scenario...
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