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I lived on hatteras island this summer and worked at a small art gallery on the North Carolina coast.  My whole time there I was fascinated by the island and its history.  The locals that stay year round are some of the best and most creative people I have ever met.  Just yesterday, my old boss sent me “A Hatteras Anthology: the voices of Hatteras Island Women.”  It is a collection of short stories, personal reflections, and best of all poetry from a variety of local women on the island.  Needless to say I spent all night reading it to cover to cover despite my papers due today and finals next week.  Many of the pieces in the book are from artists I worked with over the summer, so it was so fascinating to see their writing.  I think these are some of the most honest, good hearted, and interesting people I have ever met.  They are unpretentious, thoughtful, and completely fascinated with the world and everything nature has to offer.  I have never felt so comfortable and at ease in my entire life.  Hardly any of these women are professional writers, but to me their stories are as compelling as any well-respected author.  Below is one of my favorite poems from the selection.

Cape of Hatteras by Linda Elizabeth Nunn

I will arise and go now, and go to Hatteras,

And a small house make there, of driftwood built.

A plot of sea oats will I have there, and a row boat,

And live alone on the sand dune hill.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace is slow,

Slow over the horizon, coming when the dawn sings.

There midnight is black velvet, and noon a furnace.

And evening full of seagull wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear the ocean tumbling with mirth on the shore.

From maritime forest to windswept beach,

I hear it in my deep heart core.

With regards to William Butler Yeats and The Lake Isle of Innisfree. 

Original post by Megan G