The next is a poem and letter that I’ve written in regard to the Brewster boardwalk proposal.
The Marsh and Wing Island
Tall inexperienced grasses wave forwards and backwards on sunlit days,
brief brushstrokes of grasses pushed this manner and that by tidal waters
appear to be tousled hair, uncombed, unkempt.
So many shades and textures of inexperienced greet the attention
transferring from a tunnel of phragmites out
into a large open area of marsh
framed by creeks, sand dunes, and the shores of Wing Island.
Blue sky opens infinitely.
Heron and different water birds fish the tidal streams.
Osprey, 12 months after 12 months return to lift their younger.
Small fish mature in protected areas
whereas little crabs scurry out and in of grassy hiding locations.
This treasured marsh dwelling to many seen and unseen
is the pristine fantastic thing about open area
making me really feel like I may fly free, up and out
circling spherical and spherical like a Purple-Tailed Hawk,
coronary heart free to roam untethered.
Crossing the marsh when tides are low
climate worn picket boards squish in receding waters
echoing sounds of footsteps.
Shifting from the huge open area of marsh
onto strong salt free land
into the forest of Wing Island,
I flip proper, away from the principle thoroughfare
whereas others head to the seashore
or study in regards to the particulars of woodland environments
or the mysteries of mudflats.
I select the gradual quiet magic of the key path
safely guarded by two tall outdated cedars.
Pausing, respiratory deep stomach breaths
I really feel a way of base, stability and connection into
Earth’s power of being
balancing the lively nature of sky and solar
each join into the guts
energizing my complete being.
As I grow to be conscious of this residing being
this sacred forest reaches out to return the connection.
Collectively we’re swimming on this huge sea
of timber, sand, creek, marsh and undergrowth.
Birds sing, whereas wind strikes by timber,
different occasions making a loud cacophony of competing notes
leaves rubbing, rattling, fluttering
mixing right into a symphony of sound.
Daylight and leaves create laced gentle patterns
on the forest ground
glittering, dancing, or completely nonetheless.
I really like this island that brings me such peace,
teaches me the profound classes of connection
into the forest group
a Mycorrhizal webbed embeddedness into the entire of life.
I come away understanding that I’m not separate however an integral half of an entire.
This stunning Wing Island and marsh are a multifaceted classroom
the place Nature teaches us unendingly once we cease to concentrate.
The next is from an indication at Fort Hill, Nationwide Seashore:
“Salt marshes are among the many best and worthwhile ecosystems on earth. They assist a various group of crops and animals tailored to the ebb and move of the tide, offering important meals, refuge, and nursery habitat for a lot of species.
“Salt marshes additionally carry out a important position in buffering the ocean storm surges. Salt marsh crops gradual the move of the tide, trapping water-borne sediment and contributing to elevation achieve within the marsh. Decomposing vegetation turns into a part of the meals net or consolidates with trapped sediment into peat, furthering elevation achieve.”
I’m tremendously disturbed by the proposal earlier than the city of Brewster to assemble a big boardwalk throughout this pristinely stunning marsh, making a human encumbrance that can dominate our view and disturb the peace and freedom of wildlife. Whereas I perceive the significance of giving folks with disabilities entry to the pure world there are easier a lot much less intrusive methods to attain that finish. Construct a stunning commentary platform on the foot of the Drummer Boy path, replete with a lot of details about the marsh and good binoculars to carefully observe what they see. Place the leftover cash into the far more simply accessible property at First Mild Seaside. Go away the wildness alone to thrive and feed our souls with quiet connection.
Thanks for listening.
Carol Marcy, Brewster