Ferry
The boarding lot throngs
With those longing for release;
Sunstruck sands and surf await.
But first the mainland must be
Left behind; on ship under
Escort of cavorting gulls.
Grand houses on the chop
Proudly puff their chests;
Then ferry blares the note.
Those on deck retreat
Below to cars weighed
Down with provisions.
Boat’s belly opens wide
To Vineyard’s sweeps and
Deep Atlantic’s mighty tides.
Ed Dalton
Ed Dalton first ferried to Martha’s Vineyard in the late 1970s when he rented a bicycle, rode the Island, and stayed at the West Tisbury Hostel. He, his wife Elizabeth, and their three daughters, Kate, Kara, and Lauren came to spend many, wonderful summers here. They live in Framingham.