I have often wondered, who ate the first oyster and the circumstances surrounding this amazing feat. Whoever it was either was exceedingly desperate or exceedingly brave! Perhaps, they were both! I now know who it was! It was you!
chesapeake bay oysters: natures treat
A glint of light – Sparks
Drawn Interest – Bottom Rocks
Water Races – Swift with this tide
Shimmering light – Bottom dances to syncopated rhythm
More moons than rocks – Some yawn
Rocks don’t yawn!
A smile – hints of motion
More than sun and surf – partners in deception
You bend, you stare.
More than meets the eyes – Natures transformers
Your hand under the surface,
you touch – a click
Moonscapes craggy surface – oval – edged stone
Above the water – a rock again
Ready to skip across the slew – or fell a bird for supper
No! – More lies within!
A slight line, a fringe
The thin edge weeps
What would a god hide inside such a strong box?
Twisting and puling – no bonds do break
Stone knapps stone – searching for the point within
Tom, I know being a native to the surrounding shores of the Chesapeake Bay I am naturally suppose to enjoy the bivalve molluscs native to out fair lands. I have tried, every way that I can think of, raw, steamed, fried, covered in other deliciousness, but try as I might I still haven’t developed a taste for them. However, my brothers will tell you that I turn out some pretty fine fried oysters and that my oyster stew, my Dad’s recipe, is the best you’ll ever eat, so the next time you are “back home” stop on by and try some out. As for me, I’ll be munching on a crab cake, MD Crab Soup… or maybe some manose chowder..now that’s good eating. Wonderful poem though, Sister Frances Mirium is pround of you!
You and my sister Lucy. She also never has acquired the taste for these tears of the gods. But thats OK Pam. We can share crab cakes too. I will take you up on the fried oysters also!
You bend, you stare.
Taste it? – Eat it?
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I love raw oysters!
Tom, I know being a native to the surrounding shores of the Chesapeake Bay I am naturally suppose to enjoy the bivalve molluscs native to out fair lands. I have tried, every way that I can think of, raw, steamed, fried, covered in other deliciousness, but try as I might I still haven’t developed a taste for them. However, my brothers will tell you that I turn out some pretty fine fried oysters and that my oyster stew, my Dad’s recipe, is the best you’ll ever eat, so the next time you are “back home” stop on by and try some out. As for me, I’ll be munching on a crab cake, MD Crab Soup… or maybe some manose chowder..now that’s good eating. Wonderful poem though, Sister Frances Mirium is pround of you!
You and my sister Lucy. She also never has acquired the taste for these tears of the gods. But thats OK Pam. We can share crab cakes too. I will take you up on the fried oysters also!
very sweet
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