The land that was three,
That became One.
At the hands, unified by a Scudder.
An island, free from plastered ads,
And fake lives.
A place that mother nature
Will brutally beat in the worst of times,
A place that mother nature
Will bless in the most common of times.
My heaven is waiting for me there,
Just south.
See if anyone can figure out the Island I'm writing about. Its in Southern Ontario.