Oh ferry my ferry they wouldn’t let me in
I waited all day and night seemed you’d never begin
first they said the weather . . . high winds rough seas
then it was mechanical . . . all that money still no engines please
when they said it was the dolphins I said . . . I don’t understand
dolphins in Woods Hole harbor . . . really . . . when did they land
but dolphins in steamship parlance ties to construction for a slip
a slip . . . I’m not sure why we’re even having it
all I want is a ride . . . take me to my appointment . . . take me bye-bye
take me to the places I need to go . . . I want to go . . . I must go
take me off my precious Island to the mainland and back again
oh ferry my ferry I miss your status quo
I miss the surety of knowing you’ll go when you say you’ll go
This article appears in May 25, 2018.
Nice Photograph Nice Poem.
Days spent off-Island
With surgery and bed rest
Eased by ferry news.
Your paean to the SSA
gets the sentiment today –
don’t aspire to flash and flair
please just get us here to there.
Witty, wonderful and true! Well done Jennifer.
Yup! Thanks
Thank you, Jennifer! So, in short, a dolphin is just a slip of a sea form foamed in ferry dust.
Oh Ferry, My Ferry, our fearful trip is done, the ship has weathered every …… Need we say more? (apologies to the original author)
ferry tails can come true it could happen to you if your young at heart