Be good to/gab again/down on the pier/You could ride old Fergi/through the slurry mist/that spreads like/cotton sheets

Not that long ago We walked up On that stage June light shafting Down through the Tabernacle’s multi colored Stained glass rows

Bigger than life/what more can you say/Bob Carroll lived it/in a singular way

The Martha's Vineyard Land Bank had a retirement party this week for Edith W. Potter, a Chappaquiddick resident and longtime conservationist.

Bless the poet/with the chickens/Bless the woman wracked/with pain

Feel the peace of solitude in our forests and our glens Pick the fruit of summer on our beaches with your friends

Lean and mean how Walter comes across Cash no credit That’s how they run the place

Will I grow old
and hang around the shop
Will young guys come
to pick my brain
and use my tools

Edgartown poet laureate Steve Ewing pays tribute to Rick Vanderhoop, who died Oct. 14 at his home in Aquinnah at the age of 60.

As we build And repair the harbor I see your hand It comes up Dripping From deep within The sandy bottom