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39 This poem was written by 12-year-old Ella Asher, who grew up in Boca Grande. She and her family submitted it to the Beacon in tribute to their dear departed island friend, Wildman Joe Sturgess. Photo by Dusty Hopkins A Poem of Boca Grande I am from … I am from the many guitars that get played endlessly From the end of the dirt road and a seven mile island I am from the house with bold colors like wasabi green And Bike ‘n Beach Shop I am from the slow turtles wobbling around the open land The palm tree Whose long trunk Looks like it’s going to break in the wind I’m from the Montgomery ring and the four stars on the Hollywood walk of fame From Alex Sears and Joyce Perry I am from the clear ocean waters and dinner night cruises And from Wildman Joe’s boat From dance studios and golf carts I’m from the words “be thankful for what you have” and “Je t’aime” And the book “Rhinos Who Surf” I’m from the Munchkin room with Cooper, Alex, Luke, John, and Sam I’m from Boca Grande, Florida and manhunt Shepherd’s pie and lasagna From the snakes chasing me along the bike path and my dad’s boat Rocking back and forth in the ocean at Whidden’s Marina I am from the beauty of nature, which is my home. – Ella Asher, Santa Monica, Calif.


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