New Hampshire Writers
Ocean's Treasure
By Anne Trotter
Clams and cream and  cracked black pepper,
All poured in a bowl together
Who could possibly resist?
Chowder never goes amiss.
The hardest heart can't help but love it
There can be no soup above it
On a chilly winter's evening
When the clams are sweetly steaming
And the garlic bread drips butter
on the kitchen table's clutter
Sip it slowly, for the pleasure
Of tasting the ocean's treasure
But remember that it's best
Not to leave it to the test
Week-old chowder can be scary;
Never eat it when it's hairy.