Over the channel
and through the waves
our ferry boat came each day.
It sure knew the way to carry us folks
'cross the bright and dancing bay.
Beginning most
mornings at 6:30 sharp
she sailed in rain or in snow.
She carried our cars, our trucks and our dogs,
or whatever wanted to go.
She would settle
by six and wait for next day
every evening on Monday through Thurs.
So no one could come and no one could go.
Privacy ours, privacy hers.
She was faithful
and loyal, almost always on time,
this lovely old girl of the sea,
sidling up to her pilings, slipping into her slip.
Dependable as could be.
Then one dreadful
day as we waited in line,
our Guemes boat failed to come.
We shaded our eyes and peered 'cross the sea,
abandoned---we soon became numb.
And now every
day there comes a new ship
to carry us all into town.
She has blue velvet seats that we sit upon,
but we miss our old boat and we frown.
When sometimes
the Pintail comes to our aid,
we drive our cars over the sand,
and upon her ramp and onto her deck.
Costs us $75 bucks 'fore we land!
So we want our
ferry boat back on her route.
We're tired of hauling our stuff
from our cars to the boat up the dock on both sides!
All of Guemes is shouting "enough!"
-
Thelma Palmer