The Eastern Shore churned in a roar,
As the sun blazed down on the deep azure,
There seemed nothing the bay could not cure.
Not sadness or strife,
Or messiness of life,
Could stop the peace, cutting through all like a knife.
Dolphins leapt in jocund glee,
As Sailfish rose and splashed back down into the sea,
All of it brought such joy to me.
And those birds which do delight,
Those wondrous Pelicans in flight,
Brought the world a general light.
Such is a day when the bay does roar,
Glistening on that Eastern Shore.