What agency, what mover, what angel lacquered this landscape?
The world smiles to have you at its center
The Ponies prance and quiver at your presence….
Standing on the playa, I hear the seabirds chatter
Misty, I love you even more.
Here we splash, far from home,
Sunning on the breeze-burnished beach at Chincoteague
The same sky glows above us
Our footprints in the sand will melt, tide-swept by the growling ocean—
Our pictures tell a pretty story
But we will never leave this place or question what it means:
A prelude to a loving journey,
Chasing warmer suns and brighter skies….