“Tree-top spires and exterior gables
Form the image of New Hampshire stables
And three-story homes along misty shores
With waves playing leapfrog across porch floors
Where foamy bubbles turn creams to sables.

Screaming seagulls perch on walls of wet stone
Not reading the signs of “Caution: Flood Zone”.
O’er head more birds drift on wings of the fog
While caps of high tide slam a ship-wrecked log.
And tourists, amazed, get drenched to the bone.”