TIME-TRAVELING



This narrow
path leads 
from here 
to there, 
but also 
from then
to now. In
Estabrook 
Woods, the 
forest gets
confused,
squirrels
scatter,
scramble 
for the 
nearest
tree, jays 
scream,
blue wings
flash, the 
sound of
running 
quickens 
to a drum 
roll, as
Carlisle's
Minutemen
hurry to
join the
fight at
the bridge.
In Estabrook
Woods, it's
always April
19th on
the path-
ways of 
imagination.


Concord, Mass.
August 1, 2004

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