Ode to Landegode

My rhythmic devices leave some to desire
My odes to end up on the funeral pyre
But my lack of finesse does not stop me trying
If I said I enjoyed it I wouldn't be lying!

So I commence on the ode to an island with eagles
And paths that are marked with a 'rock on a rock'
The beaches are covered with old shells and seagulls
In April it is almost light 'round the clock

We stayed on the island for three nights and a day
But alas our flight would depart early May
A walk to the port was not our desire
The 'paths' they described provoked terrible ire

"A six year old can do it" but let me tell you what...
That six year old must have been some kind of god
I fear 'death trap' must've been lost in translation
Or I would have headed straight for the nearest train station!

- C. H. Vyse, Ode to Landegode (20/05/2012 – 16:28)