Once upon a time in a place far away,
Lived a tiny little town on the Chesapeake Bay.
Two roads in and no way out,
Water, water everywhere of this there was no doubt.
In summer time the place to be,
Was on a speck of an island, part of the county.
The Islander to be exact
'Twas heaven on Earth and that's a fact.
A restaurant, marina and motel too,
Its most precious asset was its million-dollar view.
Mathewsonians oft gathered on the fourth of July,
To watch the fireworks climb upwards in the starlit sky.
But the best part of all, the thing that was unique,
Boats would anchor all around at the mouth of Queens Creek,
All around Milford Haven and Hills Bay too
There were so many boats it was a nautical zoo.
Big boats, sailboats, work boats, skiffs,
Huddled patiently in the darkness waiting for a whiff
Of the fireworks and night air, a marriage meant to be,
Add some salt and mix thoroughly with the aromas of the sea.
When the show was finally over, and all was said and done,
All the boats lined up and slowly left, one by one.
Down the creek folks gently cruised squinting eyes to barely see,
Where the heck the dock was--it was dark as dark could be!
Once upon a time, a long time ago,
Lived a wonderful tradition and a spectacular show.
Over time as things have changed,
The fireworks show was rearranged.
And now they have it at the high school.
p.s. I wrote this in under 15 minutes, so please don't confuse it with any serious attempt at writing, much like any other thing I slap up here on any given day.
I really miss the Islander, for more reasons than this, but July 4th punctuates it so very well.
Here's wishing everyone a great 4th of July. In honor of our nation's birthday I am giving myself the night off this evening and won't post until later in the day on Saturday.
Can't break my streak of