Analysis of Stranded was Selkirk

A castaway
And hope stretched thin
The storm, the wreck, the digging in
Two shipmates lost
Their hearts broke first
The loneliness, the chill and thirst.
The gulls would teach
One errant mind
To dig the clams
And seaweed find.

The bonfires stoked
The night stars dreamed
Mid hopelessness
The touch of God
It seemed.
To not let go.
To curb the tongue.
To write rich memory
Of days when young.

And scan that line, yes
Friend, in each spent day.
To persevere and plant and pray.
Yes pray to God
Who oft brings light
And rescue, health
And end to Night.

(Could be Robinson Crusoe, or Alexander Selkirk or Tom Hanks with Wilson…or ENOCH ARDEN.)