See the cellar’s
Copper bottom
Turn the house
Into a ship
Drift away
Into the sunset
Pried out of
The dangling cliff
As the hungry ocean rumbles
Chews away
The fading shore
See the vessel
Rise and haughty
Sail away for evermore
There for land
Of rock
And skerrie
Higher cliffs
Windswept scene

On some hale
And hearty highland
Heads the house
In rockbound dream
Waves and water
Wind and weather
Ocean breakers
Sandy shores
Tranquil harbors
Sunny beaches
Will be home for
Nevermore
That’s the story
Of the Vineyard
Transient place
Of shifting sand
Like a ship
Out on the ocean
Tossed and steered
By nature’s hand
Build your house
Upon a mountain
Set a home
Upon a rock
There it sits
A solid footing
Safe for years
Without a thought
For the place built
On the sand cliff
Keep in mind if

hings go wrong
The house may up
And leave you staring
As it sails
For land beyond

— In sympathy, with humor, Steve Ewing