i'm on the flight-deck looking
to the horizon it's so beautiful
indians could have seen this
aboard their canoe crossing
channel of chesapeake bay
dream would've been born
yes, plentiful shoreline mollusk
for food and barter to in-lands
for meats and pelts from winter
at the treeline could be tepees
smoking fish catch of morning
beach kids running with their pets
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