Morning
And Island man wakes up
To the sound of blue surf
In his head
The steady breaking and wombing
Wild seabirds
And fisherman pulling out to sea
The sun surfacing defiantly
From the east
Of his small emerald island
He always comes back groggily groggily
Comes back to sands
This is because the sun rises in the East and it is a poem about morning. Also, Great Britain is East of the Caribbean across the Atlantic Ocean.
Island Man