“Wye Knot?”
Welcome to Maryland’s wild Eastern Shore,
Please partake of an island nearly lost
‘Til foresight and citizens paid the cost
To create magic and prove less is more.
Follow road and sky, change to clouds of dust;
Travel your way over this bumpy ride,
When come to see aged tanks to the left side:
Settle your steed across from rounds of rust.
Walk quietly through fields of planted grain,
Though direct bearings will only confound,
Bringing marsh and water, not solid ground
As hedge's rows mark river’s tidal wane.
In time, shall you know you are near the find:
A lone tree, two others, a “V” behind.