. we stood beside the ferry railing as the island drew near.
he stood to my right and asked of me:
so where do you think I should begin?
I’ve heard about the lighthouse, haunted cove and old weir,
the swimming quarry, museum, hiking trails;
how the sunrise looks from the northern bluff,
how lobstermen's days start before dawn,
and how wise the innkeeper is.
I’ve also heard about the stories Old Bill tells,
and who knows how to dig clams the best -
I’d like to learn.
I’ve heard there’s a nice spot to pick blueberries,
one particular summer-person’s dog to avoid,
and a kindly musician who lives near Sampson Cove.
what would you recommend?