An ode to Cape Cod Summer

There is something about the light on the Cape that washes away the worries of the world. There is something about the air on the Cape that lets you sleep soundly at night. There is something about the wind in the pine trees above that lulls you into peace. Water, sky, earth combine to whisper that all will be well with the world.

That's Cape Cod
Where the friendly little houses are 
With the blinds of blue and green,
Where the water-lilies lift their cups - 
The fairest ever seen - 
Within the sound of Ocean's roar.
That's Cape Cod.

Where the gaily painted wind-mills whirl.
And Bob-whites call and Whippoorwills:
Where the roads wind among the trees.
And every breeze some white sail fills;
Where roses climb on old grey walls
When soft-voiced summer stands and call.
That's Cape Cod...
Bernice Hall Legg


West Dennis July 2018, Photo by Barry Friedman