I'm going back to the Cape;
Where salt waves greet the pine,
And battered sea hulks drape
Their arms in the ocean's brine.
Where glint of silver sail
Against a turquoise sea,
Or droning bell-buoy's wail
Hold a breath of ecstasy.
I'm going back again
Where tangy breezes blow,
And hark to fishermen
Tell tales of long ago.
Beside a weathered shack,
As waves salute the shore,
And gaunt trees stand forth black,
Cape Cod calls me once more.
Marjorie Bassett
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