Now that the causeway spans the channel
The venerable ferry is up for sale.
Mainland traffic edges out, bringing
Timetables, souvenirs, a new breed of trader.
The islanders go indoors, harboring their secrets.

But the birds line the causeway railing
To get a better view. Perched midway
Between tradition and progress, they enjoy
A little of both weathers, the dark
Ancestral green and the bright chromium.

— Alan Block (1972)
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