Gold-Rimmed Glasses
About 14 years ago, Alvertie K. Gray, now G8, of Bald Mountain Rd., Dedham, lost a pair of glasses while chopping wood in North Orland. They were found recently by his son Foster. 32, while walking through the woods. Strangely enough, the spectacles were undamaged despite the fact they had lain all that time in a cart road over w hich horses and men had hauled lumber through the years. — Bucksport tree Press
by FRANCIS W. HATCH
FOUUTEKN winters, horses tramped
Stamping their forefeet tugging the load
Along the frozen backwoods road.
Fourteen winters, time passes,
With never a hoof on the gold-rimmed glasses.
Stamping their forefeet tugging the load
Along the frozen backwoods road.
Fourteen winters, time passes,
With never a hoof on the gold-rimmed glasses.
Fourteen Aprils, fisherman clumped
Heavy of foot through patch-quilt snow
For speckled trout in the brook below.
Fourteen Aprils, time passes,
With never a heel on the gold-rimmed glasses.
Heavy of foot through patch-quilt snow
For speckled trout in the brook below.
Fourteen Aprils, time passes,
With never a heel on the gold-rimmed glasses.
Fourteen Augusts, including the day
When the warden called — they came on the jump
Through smoke, with shovel and Indian pump.
Fourteen Augusts, time passes,
Firemen side-stepped the gold-rimmed glasses.
When the warden called — they came on the jump
Through smoke, with shovel and Indian pump.
Fourteen Augusts, time passes,
Firemen side-stepped the gold-rimmed glasses.
Fourteen autumns, in barker-boots
Hunters haunted the lonely spot,
Probing the road for the twilight shot.
Fourteen autumns, time passes,
Safe from hunters, the gold-rimmed glasses.
Hunters haunted the lonely spot,
Probing the road for the twilight shot.
Fourteen autumns, time passes,
Safe from hunters, the gold-rimmed glasses.
Fourteen years! In the wink of an eye
Mv glasses, falling, are doomed to lie
Under the foot of a passer-by.
Mv glasses, falling, are doomed to lie
Under the foot of a passer-by.