Cape Cod Massachusetts USA
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 bouyant 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.