- Bayside, A State of Mind
- Summer Sounds
Bayside, A State of Mind
Written by Vicky Webster
As a thank you to my brother, Dan Webster IV, for keeping Bayside “alive” all year long
January 2008
The sounds of the waves as they lap at the shore
Lulling and gentle, a sound I adore
Sails left to ruffle, wind hasn’t come
Boats that lie cradled in warm summer sun
Voices, like whispers, glide through the air
Summer's upon us, no worries, no cares
Gulls overhead sing the song of the sea
Salty air tastes like sweet candy to me
Flip flops and swim suits color the dock
Beach glass and play things scatter the rocks
Laughter and chit-chat waft through the park
Friendships and romance bloom after dark
Parlors and porches glean with delight
Past summers' relations brought back to life
White wicker creeks as it rocks on and on
Memories made simple, that’s our Bayside song
Cocktails are clinking, against the glass
Impromptu gatherings, time passes fast
Sailing school, races, yacht club and more
Garden party, July 4th, friends at the door
Bonfire, beach wood set all aglow
Only a few of us ever will know
The love and devotion to this little place
Left etched in our minds in its own special space
Moorings and trailers, dinghies and dogs
Driftwood and lilies, raccoons, bugs and fog
Pancakes and clam bakes, hot dogs and cold brew
All of the senses are triggered, it’s true
Lending a hand to neighbors and friends
Getting involved, the fun never ends
Rain drops on rooftops and stoves burning bright
Games, and just hanging, youth’s great delight
Spinning the bottle and, oh, truth or dare
Things sent up flag poles…I wasn’t there!
Sock hops and overnights made without cares
Bald Rock and Camden , the ole’ Belfast Fair
Sunsets and dew drops fade from our minds
But memories swell up when we close our eyes
Children and old folks, we all feel the same
First sight of Bayside, the dock and the bay
Doors swung wide open and things to explore
I feel it coming, it’s summer once more!
Enjoy every moment of this special place
Because like a treasure, we have been graced
Share it, and care for it, then pass it on…
It’s priceless and fragile, don’t let things go wrong
The memories and daydreams, the gestures so kind
Bayside is truly, A State of Mind
Written by Paula Reilly
For the first day of summer
June 21, 2009
The song of a loon, the slap of an oar,
The call of a friend through our cottage screen door.
The moan of the moon as it smiles on the sea.
The whisper of dawn as it gently wakes me.
The laughter of children at play in the park,
The crackle of bonfire flames after dark.
The twang of a basketball dribbled up court,
The sizzle of fireworks seen from our port.
The screams of first timers who wrestle with fear,
Then dive, side by side, off the end of the pier.
The swish of the wind as it kisses my face,
In this magical, mystical, musical place.
The snap of the flag that brings us all pride,
As it flies beside waves every day in Bayside.