Obsessed
Beyond
Xpression
Head over heels.
Head over, 'heels!
Can't find words for how it feels!
Try if I can, to rave or preach
When asked "Why so far to go to the beach?"
Any old beach is for the birds.
I WILL find the words!
"Cat's got my tongue"? No, I will talk
Of Kill Devil Hills and Kitty Hawk.
Hats off to both
For carefully managing development growth.
The same can be said
For Corolla, Duck and Nags Head.
(Just the brochures of other built-up resorts
Are enough to get me out of sorts.)
The Outer Banks are ahead of the curve
What to develop and what to preserve.
They know it's their duty
For all of this beauty
And the historic places
To manage it well for tourism's graces.
A wonderland? Alice never had it so bad!
Keep the Mad Hatter, I'm Hatteras mad!
Ten and six you can shelve,
Give me North Carolina twelve!
Even little NC 345,
Makes me glad to be alive,
Wanchese and Manteo
Are also where I like to go.
Every trip's been less than a week,
A job with time AND money I seek.
I've been to OBX eight times, no joke,
And still I've not been to Ocracoke!
I do pay state and federal taxes
So I do have a say in where one relaxes
As 158 steers round to miss Jockey's Ridge
We cannot evade the old Bonner Bridge
Yes, the plans are in the works
But what it is that really irks
Like Tweedledee and Tweedledum
The bureaucratic bumblers come
With arguments and second guesses
Raising costs and making messes.
For the good of the Cape,
Cut the red tape.
I do not want a political rant!
To ruin this ode to the Banks, I can't!
(I do stop compulsively rhyming
When ideas demand, in their timing.)
What makes it so special, this I can tell:
The simple fact of getting away from it all doubly well,
thanks to the water of the sound,
and the sound of the water.
Geographically gracing the state with more than a familiar outline,
a phenomenal setting,
a beautiful rising,
an expanse
worth the expense.