Oxford and Tred Avon - Poem


Oxford and Tred Avon

The old world came to Oxford
When this young world was new,
Came in the ships of England
Manned by a hardy crew.
By Choptank and by tide
Of Tilghmans and Tred Avon
And the Chesapeake so wide.
Old homes, an Inn, a market,
A grape vine o'er a tree;
The chanties of old sailors,
The salt tang of the sea;
A customs house, plaza,
And on Tred Avon's shore
The language of a dozen tongues
She'd never heard before.
On nights when moons were darkened,
In time Benoni's threw
A light to guide the sailor
And welcome ships and crew;
And still across sweet waters
Of Maryland's spell and charm
That old light hails the sailor
And the shepherd on the farm.

A Poem About Oxford, Maryland

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