Suffolk
We live in a little valley
once famous for cedar trees.
The name is no longer a label
but celebrates the past
as do most places in this country.
It is a place with monuments
old but not ancient,
unkempt mansions that
cling to use,
solemnized as party sites
for weddings.
We can't deny its beauty
that lives beyond the ruins,
the joyous harbor that
harmonizes generously with sun and clouds,
the great meadow, the people with their
strange but utilitarian costumes
who build their bodies along the road.
Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2013
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