My Newport Home
Living free in my Newport neighborhood
Two blocks off Broadway
A walk for coffee, milk or beer,
Will most times result in a
Hey what's up
Man fist bump
Or embrace by a wandering friend
Music floats out of bars
Singles stand under stars
Folks fish all night at the pier
The view of the Pell Bridge is clear
My island home
Has been a pleasant place for me
Get on my bike
Point it toward Thames
Where passing tourist and students play
Turn at Wellington
Where I always see baseball and hear music
Real or remembered
As I look right to Kings Park
And the sailboats anchored in the bay
To Ocean Drive from there
My pedals lead the way
Fort Adams
Viking ships, craft fairs, rugby and sail boats
Flash in my mind
As I greet cow, horse or llama
Each day the ocean changes display
Some days roaring and splashing
Other times calm and dashing
The tides petting its rugged coast
The homes solid on rocks
The best of them blended perfectly
With the backdrop of sparkling sky and sea grey
The Mansions inspire ambivalently
The summer wealth
Built on immigrant stock backs
The opulence remarkable
But child labor is not forgettable
When having a union sympathizer attack
RI Ave with its walls, fences and gates
Manicured and secured
Handsome and straight
There is still much for this
Newport carpetbagger to discover
But there are many in this city
I Love like a sister or a brother
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