Wild ponies nuzzle in golden hour dance on turkeyfoot fingers of marsh
Seagulls float, pas de deux, in brackish fertile humus loam
Mussel beds cluster close, bathing in cove bay breeze
Assateague, you beckon me to say yes to the flow
Our tides synchronized, I fall into your golden happy hour of
Sip and soak, dance and romance, cluster and cleave
I will not leave.