Friday, April 03, 2015

Another Poem

Here is another poem by Robb Foster. Robb visits Ocracoke often, and shares his fondness for the island in verse.


To sit on Ocracoke, my friend
And watch the sun go down again
Our sails unfurl to catch the wind
These souls will start to knit and mend 

A special place, hard to describe
Not many people would prescribe
To spend your days in simple ways
Among the dunes and salted haze 

The calming sound of ferry horns
And laughing gulls that never mourn
That evening breeze to kiss the face
It tells us, "Here's your healing place" 

And those we meet in shops and stores
Who weather here upon these shores
Who's kindness shown, not always spoke
We count them friends, the Ocra-folk 

We'll travel on to points unknown
With mem'ries, sure, to wax upon
But nowhere heals us when we're broke
Quite like the isle of Ocracoke... 

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  1. Thank you for such a lovely poem on this rainy Middle Tennessee morning.

  2. Robert are the best!

  3. Anonymous9:32 AM

    Robb Foster - Thank you for understanding the unspoken.

    Weathered oldtimer

  4. Anonymous11:11 AM

    there is a noticeable difference in the air between Ocracoke and other smallish coastal towns. If you wonder thru say, Oriental, Bayview, Belhaven, and a few others you see an absence of people just 'wondering'. Ocracoke seems to be a place that people want to explore. Ocracoke seems to be a lot going on either on the water, next to the water, in the shops, on the streets - everywhere. Nothing taken away from these small towns but they seem more sedated. That's fine. Ocracoke seems to be a more exciting place to visit. Nice place. That's my 2 cents. That and $4.00 won't even get you a cup of coffee where I live.

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  6. Thank you everyone for the very kind words! I really truly appreciate them all!