Winding Roads of Chilmark
Tunnels through ancient
Overbearing oaks,
Lined by the still standing
Stone fences built
With sweat and tears
By long ago settlers
Who dragged rocks and
Stones and boulders from
The hardscrabble ice age soil
To create their farms.
Once Indian trails and
Rutted cart tracks,
Replaced now by the narrow
Winding roads of Chilmark
Curling through the hills,
Up a rise and down,
Around the sudden bend,
A startled deer takes flight.
Thickets of wild blueberries,
And tangled grape vines,
Give way to pastures
Filled with sheep and
Tiny distant views of blue
Atlantic Ocean.
Then back to woods again,
Dotted here and there
With homesteads hidden
Up long dirt lanes,
Only lighted windows
Giving away their presence.
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