Dan Fogelberg, one of the true ballad geniuses of the late 20th century grew up here on Deer Isle, Maine.
The island was separated from the mainland by Eggemoggin Reach.
Growing up in eastern Maine, such lyrics are forthcoming about his home:
"It's Maine, and it's Autumn, the birches have just begun turning
It's life and it's dying
The lobstermen's boats come returning with the catch of the day in their holds
And the young boy is cold and complaining
The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining...."

I saw him first in 1973, and he came on stage by himself, played the piano, and sang "Netherlands".
It wasn't the last time I heard him sing.
Dan died too soon, taking a monumental talent with him...
RIP, Dan.