Tag Archives: Mumford River

A MINIATURE MIGHTY MUMFORD

A miniature Mumford River,

A glorified stream a-quiver…

Is not as broad

As I had allowed,

As a rushing white water sliver!

Behind the excursion train’s shops,

From a mill pond in back, the stream drops…

Riverbed’s at an angle

Making canoes  tangle,

With a portage that the Corridor adopts.

The stone railroad shops overhang

The riverbed, and claim…

Nearly half

Of the Mumford’s path,

Where a culvert and retaining wall sprang.

Can you see it–blue extruded foam–

Layered so the Mumford can roam…

In its flood plain

As it was deigned

To do so….past our home!

–Jonathan Caswell

A RAINY NIGHT IN DOUGLAS

A RAINY NIGHT IN DOUGLAS**

(Massachusetts)

A rainy night in Douglas

Mist coming off the snow,

See the off-white piles shrinking

Till the whole lot will go…

It’s spotting up the windows

With ev’ry direction change,

Unfrozen ground will turn to mud

As it does every age!

OH…the aquifer is filling

From all this winter snow,

All the private wells are thrilling

‘Cause this summer won’t be low…

I think the mighty Mumford

Might just overflow its banks,

For the rain and snow this winter

We ought to offer thanks!

–Jonathan Caswell

** By the way…try singing this, to “THE YELLOW ROSE OF TEXAS”!!!

DOUGLAS AT NIGHT

DOUGLAS AT NIGHT

I walked through Douglas last night,

A darkened stroll in varied light…

Beheld those dam lights*

To guide goose flights,

The swans were beyond my sight.

Walking alone in the dark,

My work bag got heavier as I walked…

Its shoulder strap

Gratefully intact,

On alternating shoulders it parked.

Was grateful for passing cars,

I could see down the road far…

To avoid branches snapped

Or by a vine wrapped,

Waking on cement or tar.

The Mumford gurgled peacefully,

As the lights of town I see…

Over a stone bridge

Paced slackened a smidge,

It was a long walk for me!

The grade up twisting North Street,

Reminded of my old Health Aide beat…

Hayward Landing, I was sure,

Was just as secure:

Living there would have been a treat.

Passed an darkened police cruiser where

I quietly passed who was there…

And went on my way

Without delay,

Enjoying warm night air.

Couldn’t see lights of home through the trees,

‘Til I rounded the corner and eased…

Onto the driveway

Where I started my day,

I hoped my shop’s bill wouldn’t quease!

–Jonathan Caswell

*See my poem, LANDING LIGHTS????, posted July 2, 2013.

MUMFORD RIVER HEADER

MUMFORD RIVER HEADER

 

This Mumford River header

On a sunny autumn day,

Was taken at Capron Falls

In Uxbridge, that-a-way…

I don’t think it’s original to me

But on Google it was found,

I’m glad I live upstream from here

On slightly higher ground!

 

–Jonathan Caswell