In springtime, verdant laurel bushes,

Perfume with delicate rushes….

Of pleasant air—

Wild they grow here—

Acid soil their growth pushes!

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Fischer cats here roamed,

Near Big Rock was their home…..

Wolverine-like

A fierce type

Of wildlife may soon be gone.

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Big Rock, with its glacial striations,

Has fascinated generations….

Along Route Sixteen

It can be seen,

But not much of a tourist destination!

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Cedar swamp-hued brown water,

flow over mill dams and splatter….

Cedars too small

For much use at all,

These days, what does it matter?

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Jonathan Caswell