Follow me down a country road to my sister’s house
where the wild birds gather in spring
juncos on the lawn, titmice in the trees
downy woodpeckers drumming
red-bellied woodpeckers drumming,
and in the backyard and what do I see?
A red-shouldered hawk peering down at me
I go to the door, sister come see
but the red-shouldered hawk
flew away from me.
So we sat and had tea
in Colchester Country.
High overhead the trees are in bloom
spring is coming,
soon! soon!
In the woods the old barn patiently waits
it’ll soon disappear behind a curtain of green
in Colchester Country.
So I take a walk down an old country road,
past the old farm fields golden and quiet,
past the old farm with its stories to tell,
whispering softly over the fields,
and as the day wanes the moonrises slowly
making a moonpath on the still pond
a mallard glides in and follows the trail
into the marsh grasses and then it is gone,
in Colchester Country.
I stop by the graveyard to say Hi to my grandpa,
I watch birds at the feeder by Grandpa’s old barn
where he kept his boat for his trips to Maine,
to Moosehead Lake
the place that he loved best,
the place where he left us before coming to rest
in the old graveyard
in Colchester Country.
Then out and about I watch wild turkeys run
at dusk they feed and flee to the woods
where they bed for the night in safety,
and on the next day in my travels around
Colchester Country I find the sweet killdeer on the pond’s shore
First one, then a pair in the cool air,
In Colchester Country the place of my roots,
Like an old oak tree, there’s still a farm girl in me,
and I find her again in Colchester Country.
~Kathie Adams Brown 3-15-12
What a lovely post - the photos and the text. I rather like the old barn in the woods.
ReplyDeleteWow, I really enjoyed my tour through Colchester county! Lots of beauty and birds there! Your writing is, of course, always very enjoyable as well!
ReplyDeleteSuch a poetic tribute to home in Colchester Country. Does your sis still live at the old homestead?
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely area Kathie.
ReplyDeleteLovely post, Kathie! Thanks for the lovely tour of Colchester County.
ReplyDeletecuby poet, I like that old barn too. it was taken down and reassembled at this location.
ReplyDeleteTammy, thank you!
Gaelyn, no old homestead here that belongs to us. These pics were taken at various locations in and around Colchester. Only the red barn pic is from my family. Oh, and I did se that hawk in my sister's backyard but her house is quite "new" by New England Standards.
Roy, this is the town I grew up in. does any of it look like England to you?
Eileen, you are welcome! I am glad you enjoyed it!
Wonderful post pictures and poetry! Thanks for sharing
ReplyDeleteHow lovely this entire post is! Thank you for sharing your talents .. poetry and photos .. and I loved the walk in the country. Wonderful to have all that family history in your spot! Not too many of us can say that any more.
ReplyDeleteHi Kathie
ReplyDeleteThat is funny, I lived in a hamlet (official designation)called Colchester in southern Ontario for eight years 16-24 so I felt right at home on your tour. No turkeys there then but they have since been introduced but phesants and shorebirds, sugar maples, oaks and elms, lots of old farms, marshes and country roads. Thanks for taking me back with your wonderful poem.
Regards
Guy
Lovely post Kathie.
ReplyDeleteI truly love this post, Kathie! Beautiful photographs and the sense of nostalgia is there. I love seeing "the place of your roots" which is now home for you again.
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