When I round the bend,

Passing under the parkway bridge,

It hits me smack in the nose,

The smell of salt marsh,

Anyone who lived in Sea Isle of this knows…

As a child asleep in the backseat,

Riding down from Philadelphia,

With mom & dad, a trip usually quite neat,

That child, me, doesn’t awaken till,

I did smell the smell of home,

Woke me up giving me a thrill…

Salt marsh can smell bad to some,

Not to me, from there I do come,

So many memories of childhood fun,

Through my mind still does it run..