I’m a Jersey Poet
I’m a Jersey Poet now, Caught in the blast of a Monmouth breeze, Kept by Hopatcong, Swept by the dells; Meadows and pleasures nearby all my life Known only now since my secret rebirth. Cupped by the gentle down by the pool, My appetite whets on the edge of the dunes, From Brielle to Sussex, from... Sign in to see full entry.