Thursday, August 22, 2013

New England Reflections (Cont.): The Platypus Travels Part XXXIV

What's left of Grampa's garden.

My grandmother was packing up the family farm when went out to visit.  It's a wise move as she spends most of the year in Florida.  Those of us who could make it came over for pizza (and it was good pizza) and memories.  During a lull, I slipped out of the house to snap a few pictures and say my own goodbyes.

Goodbye.

I think I will go out today
and stand upon the rock
With the valley all below me
Burning leaves of red and gold,
Purple maple smoke
I will go and see eternity
The eschatological moment wrapped
In a snow globe on the mantelpiece
Or a postcard off the rack

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