by Maureen Murcoch

'Sconset Songs

by Maureen Murdoch

'Sconset Songs 0! Sing a song of 'Sconset Bluffs with roses crowned, Small grey cottages with names That make a chiming sound...

Dear little lanes that wander Through town so aimlessly, Yet, go they up or go they down They always find the sea...

Sands shaking sea-weed flounces As swaggering waves roll by; Shrill-calling gulls a-whirling Against a mackerel sky...

A curving beach that beckons Past tumbling bayberry And tall dune-grass, until you come At last to Sankaty...

0! Sing a song of 'Sconset Where roses, sun and spray All weave a spell that holds you fast Forever and a day!

Off-Islander's Prayer

Dear Lord, if I've been very good and win to heaven's delight Grant me this boon: exile me not to some Elysian site To play a harp and sing a psalm. Instead, commission me A guardian angel where the 'Sconset bluffs fall to the sea!