About the Poem
Cape Cod is a wonderful vacation resort area - a Mecca for summer tourism. The sand dunes and salty air certainly live up to their reputed fame.
There's a secret that we don't tell these seasonal visitors, however. The fall months are the best! The weather is warm, the beaches are ours again, and it's cranberry harvesting time!
|by Nancy Ness|
|The waves roll on and gulls above soar high,
Lone foghorns chanting Cape Cod's solitude.
The dunes at rest beneath the autumn sky
Envelop peaceful beaches once imbued.
Bright foliage adorns the countryside,
Surrounding sundried bogs of cranberries.
This summer tourists' verdant welcome tide
Now boasts majestic hues of burgundies.
Synthetic lakes spew forth from each bog's moat
Releasing berries for the harvest day,
And buoyant crimson carpets lie afloat
In just abeyance being scooped away
To conjure up a sauce with Ocean Spray
And have with turkey for Thanksgiving Day.