Born of a Sense of Place
A New England coast is;
salt and granite.
Sometimes soft but never constant.
A New England heart is;
born like others.
but conditioned by a sense of place.
A New England sea is;
always grasping, life and land.
Seldom giving, always asking.
A New England love is;
Closely held, too much moisture mixed with coldness.
Consuming passion, to feed its need.
A New England life is;
seeking sea room.
Racing for its gray slate end.
