Walking Town Lines
There is a custom in New England
For each town to well define
The boundaries ‘tween adjoining neighbors
By walking down their common line.
Lines firm for ages, lines well agreed
And yet somehow they feel the need
To get together each seven years
To walk together and calm their fears
That markers set had crept unseen
And moved the lines that lay between
And yet the walkers always find
The lines intact and ease their mind
Towns connected, the bounds secure
Confirming lines as they once were
Friendly neighbors depart their peers
To meet again in seven years.
Copyright © Philip Mygatt | Year Posted 2020
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