There in the summer the wind blows gently,
The lines dividing the sea and river.
The sun shining on the estuary,
To many people it doesn't differ.
But not me, I can tell the difference
Between the Merrimack and Atlantic.
The chilling blue mist, it will likely rinse
As I charge through the waves I am frantic.
In a good way though, I would hate to go
I couldn't part from this busy port.
With restaurants and boats on the tow,
So calming for me it provides a fresh start.
For anything from a new day at work,
To fishing with my friends on the bulwark.