Ode to the Connecticut River and Mt. Ascutney

To the Connecticut River circa 1930’s by Sarone Peabody Roemer Flanked on each side by heights of varied green You run your crooked course in sun and shade – The hills reflected in your heart are seen And record of their classic beauty made; Seen at your source one wouldn’t ever dream The mighty tasks…

She wore a fancy hat

My Grandmother Sarone was a study of time back in the 30’s. A teetotaler, a Bible thumper and that’s about all I know of this little old proper lady of an era long ago. She wrote poetry and often about her Pilgrim up bringing and virtue. So this poem is not in the category of…