The Old Man

You stood on guard for centuries over Abenaki trails, and watched as settlers braved the notch in wagon or by rail. When tourists came to gaze upon your strong and granite brow, they never would believe that you'd be gone as you are now. For everything there is a time, like you were mortal too, what God hath etched in stone, the face that we all knew. But like our fathers gone before, you'll never go away, and just like them, a time will come, we'll meet again someday... (Written on the tenth anniversary of his passing May 3, 2013)