I'm from Cape Cod

February 10, 2011
By kwinans BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
kwinans BRONZE, Los Angeles, California
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Eastward Ho! Round of Golf. Sand traps and ponds
In the clubhouse. Oyster crackers, crumbled on New England Clam Chowder.
Lobster claws, drizzled with lemon. Perfect evening.
Driving home. Sundae School. Vanilla with sprinkles.
Long day. Ready for sleep. Eager to start the next day.

Silent ocean. Silky breeze. Sailing on glass.
Pop-pop skippers, I fly the jib. My Dad the spinnaker.
Maybe we win a race someday.
Coming home. Low tide. The scent of seaweed and dead fish.

New friends. Down the block. Play ‘till sunset.
Go get flashlights. Game of Man Hunt. Play with friends until Dad can find you.
Long day. Ready for sleep. The trip is almost over.

Cast out. Reel in. Nibble Nibble.
Caught a fish. Flapping like a handcuffed prisoner.
One back in. One for dinner. Lucky to live another day.
This one a striper. Catch of the day. Meal of the summer.

Saying Good-Bye. Final swim. Crabs bite.
Summer past. Blink of an Eye. Flying back to California.
Back in school. Nose in books and homework. Longing for next summer.
Where Beauty Lives, and Happiness Rests.

The author's comments:
Since I was born, I have always spent my summers in Cape Cod, and that is where I feel the most free.

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Lil Lil said...
on Mar. 7 2011 at 9:51 pm
Thats an amazing poem. I also go there in the summers, and you described it PERFECTLY! Nice job.


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