Holiday on the Cape

"Where friendly little houses are
     With blinds of blue or green,

Four Generations

Where water-lilies lift their cups -
     The fairest ever seen -

 

 

 Within the sound of Ocean's roar,
     Along the ever changing shore

 

  

                That's Cape Cod.

 

 "Where gaily painted wind-mills whirl,
      And Bob-whites call, and Whippoorwills;

 We're descendants of nine out of 102 passengers on the Mayflower

  Where old roads wind among the trees,
     And every breeze some white sail fills;

 

 Where roses climb on old gray walls,
     When soft-voiced summer stands and calls,

 

 

 

 

                That's Cape Cod.

"Where great white churches crown the hills,
     And look o'er sea and land,

 Blood-brothers of the beacons tall,
     Like sentinels they stand,

Unshaken tho' the tempests rage,
     Unmoved from age to age,

 Drew called this street in Provincetown "Disneyland," which is fitting since they're both the "happiest" places on earth

 

                  That's Cape Cod."

 -Bernice Hall Legg