Here, in this quite little harbor, the Ducktrap River meets the Penobscot Bay. There is a beautiful poem about all rivers shared by Scott Dickerson at the end of a book about this very river called "To Save A River"...

Where Many Rivers Meet by David Whyte

All the waters below me came from above.
All the clouds living in the mountains gave it to the rivers
Who gave it to the sea, which was their dying.
And so I float on cloud become water,
Central sea surrounded by white mountains,
The water salt, once fresh,
Cloud fall and stream rush, tree root and tide bank
Leading to the rivers mouths
And the mouths of the rivers sing into the sea,
The stories buried in the mountains
Give out into the sea
And the sea remembers and sings back
From the depths where nothing is forgotten.