Chincoteague Island story begins here!
Chincoteague Island, a serene fishing village measuring seven miles long and one and one-half miles wide, abounds with history and natural charm. We invite you to explore our unique island heritage.
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Chincoteague Island that is......
Chincoteague Island, Virginia’s only resort island, is perhaps the most beautiful island on Virginia's Eastern Shore. World famous for its oyster beds and clam shoals, Chincoteague is the gateway to the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge which is located on the Virginia side of Assateague Island. Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge is also home to the world famous Chincoteague Ponies and an award winning beach at Assateague Island National Seashore.
Adventure awaits everywhere as history and legend blend with the wild loveliness of the seasonal shore. This serene fishing village, seven miles long and one and one-half miles wide and abounding with history and natural charm, welcomes you to explore its unique island heritage.
By: Hudson C. - 5th Grade
Calming like a sea breeze
Where horses roam free
Where no worries are allowed
Chincoteague calls to me
Captain Barry's tours
And bubblegum by the pack
Where turtles clog bike paths
That I ride free as a bird
Speeding fast as possible
The world around me blurred
The beaches are beautiful
Gorgeous green and blue
Chincoteague is beautiful
Like the words "I love you"
The tourists all say
"Without further ado
Let us behold this beautiful island
Stained with a brilliant marigold hue"
Ne'er with strife
Do I come to this place
And always I leave
With a smile on my face
With perfection never seen before
All you have in store
Driving over the bridge, I scramble to roll down the window, eagerly breathing in the familiar island scent. I close my eyes as a wave of calm nostalgia washes over me. Laced with the salty musk of the ocean, the warm breeze caresses my dewy skin. Childhood memories of squishing my toes in the toasty sand and squealing in delight as the cold, frothy water crept toward me come flooding back. I'm yearning to once again encounter the deliciously silky-smooth chocolate treat from the quaint Island Creamery - a blissful relief from the unforgiving heat of the sun. As we near it, the ocean roars loudly, drowning out the desperate cries of the seagulls. I open my eyes and gasp, smiling at the beauty before me. The water glistens in anticipation, beckoning me forward, and I'm immediately caught like an insect in the web of a spider.
- Testimony by Sara Rose H., Stroudsburg, PA