04-06-2026, 07:14 PM
Chesapeake Bay
I step on deck to watch the dawn,
not a ripple stipples the bay,
when the morning mist has lifted
it'll be another fine day.
The forest wears its mantel
of gold and yellow and red,
for summer days have passed
giving way to autumn insted.
Delta-flights of Canada geese
return to their winter home,
on the bay cooler breezes are blowing,
sailboats are starting to roam.
Soon I'll up-anchor and journey
down to the islands and keys,
but next year I'll be here again
on this bay with its golden trees.
I step on deck to watch the dawn,
not a ripple stipples the bay,
when the morning mist has lifted
it'll be another fine day.
The forest wears its mantel
of gold and yellow and red,
for summer days have passed
giving way to autumn insted.
Delta-flights of Canada geese
return to their winter home,
on the bay cooler breezes are blowing,
sailboats are starting to roam.
Soon I'll up-anchor and journey
down to the islands and keys,
but next year I'll be here again
on this bay with its golden trees.