Tangier Island sits quietly on the Chesapeake tide
Its houses held up by memories and hope
Crab pots rest where stories hide
And time moves as slow as a skiff in the fog
Voices still carry the old ways
A old English lilt of watermen worn and proud
No fancy hotels or bars
Island hospitality consists of a single air conditioned restaurant
Local food prepared and served by local people
A short walk reveals the Island family names in small cemetaries
The sea gives and eventually the sea taketh away
But for now Tangier Island sits and waits
Go see the place for yourself soon
Taste the local seafood and step back in time
Before its too late
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 