Two For (Not On Tuesday) Poems

Nezinscot River.

Not much of a river but she’s mine.

Easing through the wilds of Maine,

Zigzagging slowly down hills

Into the Androscoggin,

Nezinscot’s flat water wanders.

Silver moon sparkles on her face,

Calming me, soothing me.

One day I will follow her

To the next river and ocean.

Red comes the sunrise welcoming me

In the beauty that is Nezinscot.

Very often my mornings start,

Evenings end here too,

Right upon her smooth back.

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Spruce Knob

Spruce Mountain,

Pride of the West Virginia

Ridges of the Alleghenies,

Under clear blue skies,

Childlike and innocent

Elevates towards the heavens.

Knob’s whale-backed ridges,

North to south,

Only sixteen miles

Bring me home to West Virginia.