A Veterans' Day poem

By William Burgess Leavenworth | Nov 12, 2020

Blackberry Picking

A woods road draws late summer afternoon

Down through kaleidoscopic green; the sun

Lounges in hazy patches on the ground.

Abandoned apples ripen now for deer,

And young pines graze these pastures more each year.

Only a family graveyard holds its own,

Behind bleached flags of veterans, and stone.

Ghost guardians of the farms they built, these keep

Watch over scattered cellar-holes, and reap

Full memories of autumn leaves, the sound

Trees make in winter wind, or perhaps one

Spring evening long ago under the moon.

Go softly down old woods roads; sometimes they

Will lead you home by someone else's way.

Dr. William Burgess Leavenworth is retired environmental historian, from Searsmont.

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