There she sits, on her throne-like seat,
Where the Delaware Bay and Atlantic meet,
And guards The Point as the ships sail on,
From far-flung places, to the Cape May dawn.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There she sits, on her throne-like seat,
Where the Delaware Bay and Atlantic meet,
And guards The Point as the ships sail on,
From far-flung places, to the Cape May dawn.