Chincoteague is calling me
Bridge to island – island road north Signal, signal, for the phone, where are you? Passing NASSA – thinking of stars Thru the marsh and intercostal Palette of green reeds strung with birds Waving from the water as I draw near
Settled in the room – with a slice of bay Salty airs my hair to play As I wait for as patiently as I may Knock on the door, smile on my face Quick hug and then the talk, The talk and talk, oh will I never stop?
Jump in the truck – explore we must Past the restaurant – and to Assateague The ponies we did see Feeding in the twilight at the sea
Lovely day – and here’s the sun Birds and ponies do call Later I’ll tell all!