Option Three

The ocean east; the mountains west;
Diversity stirs interest;
But what about the space between?
The planted fields; the meadows, green.

We love the surf, We love the sand,
We are married to Maryland;
Some gypsies say, and we agree,
“Our flag flies o'er a sheltered lea.”

If your cheeks have been wet for years,
Our porous sand will hide your tears.
If your sad heart is feeling blue,
Our harbors will be lifting you.

It's hard to beat our waterways;
No urgent need to limit praise
Of Maryland. Our pride will sail
Beyond the point where others fail.