Crab, Crab, Crab
When we were still young
The beach was wider here.
Fifty years of erosion will do that.
An inlet from the sea ran in
On the back side of the beach
Where there was a culvert
That ran under the road.
The change of tide brought blue crabs,
And people on the rocks vied with
Each other, sticking out pole nets
As if they were fencing,
To see who could catch the most.
Now what’s left of the beach
Has taken over the inlet,
And the edge of the shore
Is only a few feet from the road.
No more blue crabs here.
Try Cow Bay at the little bridge
Near the Bend in the Road Beach.
We used to wade in there
With our nets – you have to be fast
And twist your net just so
To catch a crab that way.
But the eelgrass is gone,
And the crabs seem to have gone
Somewhere else. It was a nuisance
To pick out the meat anyway!
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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