Seaside Village Living.

Open granite quarries now swimming holes Blueberry bushed hills once ocean washed Soft Birch forests covering up old Dogtown These are the days of my childhood spent Traversing these old and winding pathways Leading me to a time of my great-grandfather Motif fishing shacks buried in the lobster traps Calling out to me “It’s time to come back home” Old stone walls leaning and falling across the fields And close by the Babson house rickety standing Resting roadside in old farmland abandoned by time A forsaken reminder of a lifestyle gone by Still, as dusk approaches and the evening settles The crickets join the herring gulls in symphony An ocean greened and bronze skyline No city lights or sounds to disturb this perfection Reminding me what a lovely place to be in… My hometown of Rockport. Note: All the places listed are the landmarks of my hometown, founded in 1661. As a teen I wanted out, and as I grow older, I find I miss it more and more.