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March 1, 2017

A Humpack’s song

Filed under: Blog — Michael @ 11:36 am

Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the foggy, raw, rowdy, and quite raucous island of Nantucket! Great to be with you and yours on this First Day of March, 2017; a Wednesday according to Reuters, with mist, mystery and mysticism ruling the day ‘down on the docks’ of ye ‘ole Hyannis Harbor as the world enters the great month of March, coming in like a gentle lamb…


The song was sung with spirit; but soft, like a choir.

Cape Cardinal woke early morning with song sung only for Kings. The Greater Black Back flew high above low clouds, beckoned to follow in earnest. How gentle Mergansers’ glide effortlessly across mighty marsh lands; the comfort of the Snowy Egret’s angelic flight makes it’s way to your heart.

Power begets the Great Blue Heron; spearing fishy prey with precision and grace befitting and Angel on HIGH. Red fox appears out from wooded shadows, running swiftly through the sea wooded forests, so green and so lush.

It all happened this morning without a hush.

Majestic song of Humpback wooing from Stellwagon’s bank, echoes off dolphin shiny arch, slicing water’s edge, devoid of tack or tank. Swordfish renewing their lot; the Blue Fish exposing the man’s pathetic plot. Harbor seals adore other fishes they explore, while the morning dove pampers a nest, nurturing young who they were once before.

Golden sun splashed sands of Hyannis Port, ever will I shine for thee;
So too the dune banked Point’s of Race; Truro’s great wish for me…

Sankaty’s red and white to Great Point’s snow blinded light;
Brant Point, South Hyannis, Coast Guard all project,
soul’s infinite plight,
living another day for the fight.

Can there be peace
Can love exist?
Is their hope,
can we resist?

Sands of time will tell,
foretold upon this ancient land;
Ear to a shell,
one will hear that mighty ocean again,
thunderously rolling across the mind, body and soul; with many a tale to tell…



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