Driving under the Parkway overpass,
I have to blow my horn, its something we just did,
Smelling the marsh grass & mud at low tide,
Reminds me of coming home after, with dad & mom, a ride…
Seeing that long stretch of bay front homes,
Extending the length of the island,
Water tower welcoming to the left,
Boat docks to the right,
A feeling over me that’s tight…
From on top of the bridge,
I can see my mom ocean,
Angry she is today, whitecaps like teeth,
Down 41st to Pleasure & a right,
Three short blocks and a left,
Home always looked welcoming,
The dark clouds above, my refuge beneath…
© ed ~ 11/04/08
Fee
Ron
Home from the hill
And the sailor home from the sea"
Thank you for letting me share your journey.
Ocean City Maryland was never my home, but your description of the approach matches very well. I was about 17 when I first experienced the Ocean - such Power, such Magnificence, such Lovely HOOTERS in BIKINIS .... MY GAWD! I was in HEAVEN!
TK.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Edvard the Elder
PS: don't listen to the snide remarks of PeeWee, he's a ninny.
~W~