Category Archives: Caswell nature poem

MUMFORD FOR REAL

The mighty Mumford’s appeal

Is that this river is real…

From cedar tree swamps

Past summer camps,

And ponds where fishermen  creel!

Conjoined, two different creeks,

Wander through back yards and sneaks…

Hardly impressive

Peaceful not restive,

Over waterfalls it speaks.

Riedell (“riddle”) brook merges

Into the Mumford which urges…

Water to flow

Far down below,

Down through mill ponds turbid.

Through Uxbridge it parallels,

The Blackstone River it swells…

In South Uxbridge reeds

The merging succeeds,

Complete with cleaned-up river smells.

When paralleling Blackstone,

It makes the old canal its own…

Flowing through locks

Stripped of big rocks,

History courses along.

–Jonathan Caswell

RED AND GOLD

RED AND GOLD

Spectacular is over,

Bright orange and yellows fade….

As do fields  of clover

To deep red and golden shade.

Forest trees are showing

Their final parade view…

All but oaks and evergreens

Bearing leaves soon is through.

Funny how model railroads

In New England often use….

This later time to model,

And these particular hues!

The brighter trees quickly fade

Oft in a very few days…

Yet woods like these seem to last

Far into winter’s haze.

–Jonathan Caswell

IN-BETWEEN SNACKS

IN-BETWEEN SNACKS

Deer and turkeys gather to snack

In-between the highway and the exit ramp….

Depending on the food source,

In there they will camp….

In-between the highway and the exit ramp!

–Jonathan Caswell