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…
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!