As long as supplies last if any GMG folks want a bumper sticker but can't drop down the dock, just send a self addressed and stamped envelope longer then 7 and a half inches and I'll drop one in the mail for you.
Send the self addressed and stamped envelope to the dock at 95 East Main St Gloucester Ma 01930 care of Joey (put my name in big letters to make sure it gets to me)
As long as supplies last if any GMG folks want a bumper sticker but can't drop down the dock, just send a self addressed and stamped envelope longer then 7 and a half inches and I'll drop one in the mail for you.
Send the self addressed and stamped envelope to the dock at 95 East Main St Gloucester Ma 01930 care of Joey (put my name in big letters to make sure it gets to me)
Good Morning Gloucester 
Granite Pier
By Peter A. Todd
The ravaging roar of the incoming tide
With sailboats being tossed along
In this Northeast storm and strong winds that cry
As it smashes into the majestic granite strong
Condo’s and cottages perched on the rocks above
Lobster traps and skiffs hugging the pier
A treasure of nature’s gift of love
This storm of rage our bodies fear
White caps of the ocean reaching to explore
This tiny inlet and wind tossed mist
The tourists venture along the storm driven shore
Lovers hand in hand embrace and kiss
Oats and skiffs of different sizes and colors
With hand made ties of rope to anchor them fast
Trying to protect them from the stormy weather
Which the sands of time have seen fit to cast
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Rockport’s Back Beach
By Peter Albert Todd
Hidden along the winding streets
Is Rockport’s gift from God
The golden sands of its back beach
A tourist’s journey of a beautiful pilchard
The boats in view of small and bigger crafts
The swimmers both young and mature
What greater gift from God’s could one ask
Than the beauty of magnificent rapture
The washing of the sands by the incoming tide
Erasing the imprints of adults and youth
Replaced by the seas new creature to abide
Within the beauty of earth and the sands of times roots
Beauty is truly in the eyes of the beholder
This is why the tourists return each year
The artists stoke even enrich it more bolder
Through the caress of the brush it’s visions clear
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