A Poem by Paula

ODE TO PORRIDGE

If you come to the Holy Isle

There’s lots that’s bound to make you smile

Growing gardens, goats and ponies

The dining room is full of cronies

But in the kitchen, behind the door

There’s a secret that lies in store

Missed morning Tara, or med too?

Not much here will wait for you -

But if you’re hungry and brave of heart

There’s something steaming for THE best start

Life and Death and in between

Volunteers, too, are a changing team;

Courses come and courses go

Impermanence is something we all know

What keeps it running? They all enquire -

What’s in the heart of the blazing fire?

It’s quite simple – jumbo oats

That’s what keeps our boat afloat

In the morning with a pot well rounded

It’s the lovely porridge that keeps us grounded

Holy Islers, whatever the weather

Eat it when they’re all together

Changing dreams, inspiring hopes

We are all bound by porridge oats*

*a gluten free version of this poem is available in the kitchen.

Thanks to Paula for taking the time to compose ~ if you have a poem please do send it in.