The poet Walt Whitman found inspiration on beaches for many of his verses. In one, he faced the sea, writing that the the soul of all America was behind him. He inhaled “the briny and damp smell of the shore,” celebrating the honest work that goes on here — the fishing, the pulling of nets, rowing skiffs, raking clams. Entering the poet’s reverie, I too face the sea today with all America behind me, recalling the passage of majestic oyster schooners, moving under full sail nearly a century ago.
Diary, fall 2016
From the diary of beach walker George Thatcher,
email: firstname.lastname@example.org. Collections of Mr. Thatcher’s observations are available from Quail Ridge Press, www.quailridge.com or 800-343-1583.