As hundreds of West Tisbury residents, including selectmen and moderator, awaited the beginning of the annual town meeting, Daniel Waters stood up to recite, not a prayer but a poem written especially for the occasion.
Tonight the gym is filled with chairs
In which our town will sit
Our democratic derrieres
And chew the fat a bit.
‘It seems we did this just last week,’
We comment with a groan;
Yet measured by our own physique,