FENWICK ISLAND POEM 1959

THE FENWICK ISLAND POEM

This is a poem written in 1959 by R. L. S. whosoever that may be, a guest at the

McSparram Cottage of Fenwick Island, Delaware. It appeared in the Selbyville

Delmarva News, Thursday, August 6, 1959 evidently as the guest was leaving the beach

to go back home, school, whatever.

When the sun rises over the ocean,

And the sale air fans your brow,

And the waves beat the shore in commotion

You hurry down to chow.

For something tell you your hungry

As you never are in town

No matter what they are serving

It's no trouble to get it down

And then you go clamming or fishing

Or maybe take a swim

O r Crabbing if that's what your wishing

If that happens to be your whim.

When each guest has departed

On his self appointed chore

I gather my books and pillow

And saunter down to the shore.

With the white sand for a cradle

I idly dream and sleep

And watch the waves come dancing

In from the ocean deep.

Best of all is the twilight.

When the moon takes a path o'er the waves

And the lighthouse is draped in shadows

As it towers o'er the Indian Graves.

Fenwick we hate to leave you alone in the wintery blast

But when the winter is over and spring has come at last

We will be back to love you and stroll your sandy shore

To gather shells and driftwood washed from the ocean floor.

We will feast again on your dinners

Of chowder and soft shell crab

And revel in your sunshine

Oh Island that's never drab