There is a place called Windemere
On Chebeague Island in Southern Maine
From there they say on a day quite clear
You can see all the way to Spain
The Meads our friends invited us here
to share with them in pleasure
The natural beauty of Windemere
a long held family treasure
From Nibblick Point to Doughty's store
The Islanders meet with a wave
They share a sense of the Island1s lore
Of Mariners steadfast and brave
The Lobster buoys are scattered
In a colorful and bobbing array
They tell of a life that mattered
Of seamen on Casco Bay
One day as we sat and listened
Mark Dyer sang of a Heaven beneath the sky
He said t1was a place where the twilight glistened
On beautiful Casco Bay did it lie
The Whaler's sang a poignant tune of love
of broken boats and times gone by.
T'was their own they remembered and lilted of
On the beach now high and dry.
Up and down the Bay does the Casco Ferry sail
you can spy them as they come round the head
All chock full of passengers and cargo and mail
A welcome sight to see in yellow and black and red.
As the sun sinks over the swaying ash and oak
and the children are tucked safely in bed
my gaze wanders aloft to the inky, star-studded cloak
And I know now that God can't be dead
For I see now that a part of him lives here
On Chebeague Island in Casco Bay
And I Thank Him for letting me come near
His Heaven beneath the sky today
And as I see in my mind's remembered eye
The blue waters crashing upon the windward shore.
A mirage of Chebeague Isle floats upon the sky
And I will smile at what I found there ever more.
-Joseph Xavier Martin