If you`re familiar with Groton forest Vermont, then you most likely have
climbed Owl`s head with it`s views of Lake Groton and Kettle pond,
named after 18th adventurer Aaron Hosmer, who dropped his kettle in the pond while crossing on a log.
Wanting to write an Autumn poem of unity I imagined us in the world and the world in us, meaning we have more in common than our differences that divide us, with the analogy of a kettle in the pond and some pond in the kettle.
Autumn deepens towards winter,
through the eye of a crow,
the head of an owl
with a pond just below.
With a kettle in the pond
and some pond in the kettle,
and lairs in the owl
where the black bear soon settles.
The ridge over Groton,
once amber and gold,
lie the bones of last summer,
in November`s dark hold.
It`s the season of thanks
and a reason for giving.
No matter your views
no matter your living.
No matter your age
no matter your call.
Be kind to each other,
for there`s a battle within all.
Categories:
groton, analogy, november, together,
Form: Free verse
Beulah Groton
1886 -1890
I remember the adoring eyes of my mother
And I remember the sweet fragrances of the orange blossoms in spring.
I can recall the wagging of my dog’s tail
And the smell of frying bacon
Inside my mother’s kitchen on a Sunday morning.
And I do recall burning up with fever
Inside a washbasin filled with ice.
The day before they buried me here in Clark Cemetery,
My parents gathered friends and family together
At the farm on Washington Street.
And with my little white coffin open,
They posed around my still body and,
My pale sunken face for the keepsake photograph.
They dressed me in white satin
And laid me out under the noon sun.
I don’t miss life really
Because my days were few.
But I do miss my dog,
And waking up on Christmas morning.
Categories:
groton, death,
Form: Epitaph