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Page 4 Konza Sailor March 2007 |
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Ode to the Sock Burners By Jefferson Holland, Poet Laureate of Eastport
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Poem that was recited by all attendees at the Blue Valley Yacht Club’s Equinox Sock Burning event |
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Some think incineration is the only solution, ‘Cause washin’ ‘em contributes to the Chesapeake’s pollution.
Through the spring and the summer and into the fall, They go around not wearin’ any socks at all, Just stinky bare feet stuck in old deck shoes, Whether out on the water or sippin’ on a brew.
So if you sail into the Harbor on the 21st of March, And you smell a smell like Limburger sauteed with laundry starch, You’ll know you’re downwind of the Eastport docks Where they’re burning their socks for the Equinox. |
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Them Eastport boys got an odd tradition When the sun swings to its Equinoxical position, They build a little fire down along the docks, They doff their shoes and they burn their winter socks.
Yes, they burn their socks at the Equinox; You might think that’s peculiar, but I think it’s not, See, they’re the same socks they put on last fall, And they never took ‘em off to wash ‘em, not at all…
So they burn their socks at the Equinox In a little ol’ fire burning nice and hot. |
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At left: Ken Hays tosses his sock into the fire to send the evil spirits on their way
Bottom right: Katie Philp pauses to insure that her sock has ignited
Bottom left: Hoover patiently awaits the start of the burning festivities so he, too, can be freed from the smell that has become trapped under his collar |