Worked the hot dog stand when I was fourteen,
to earn enough to keep riding the coaster.
Showers spared us from salt crust sting.
Couldn’t swim, but I learned how to float there—

Our spit-shiney shoes made marks on the wood,
as we danced through the night at the gala.
If you asked, they’d confess, we were quite good,
we turned heads when it came time to salsa.

The floor was so fine, the songs right as rain—
Stan Kenton, Glenn Miller, and Count Basie
At times we burst into song on the train,
riding home from the lake to the city.

How well we all loved, though we smelled of brine—
Riding home we burst into song sometimes.

Composed by nan seymour, inspired by the details gathered by Kathryn Anne from her friends and neighbors who remember the Great Saltair of their youth.