Wednesday - To Walden and Concord
In a true Thoreau-like fashion;
an early morning stroll ‘round dear Walden
Transformed into a four-hour
epic quest
From subtle ripples on tranquil
shores,
to lethargic muskrats we warmly adored,
Vast fairyland woods left orbs
glowing in our breast
And breathtaking landscapes of
falling leaves,
the crisp, crumbling shed skin of fearsome trees,
Led us all the way down the
winding road
To the fabled town of colonial
Concord,
Where their houses still stand in the apple orchard
The Transcendentalists’ nativity and abode.
COMING SOON.....