Ode to the Connecticut River and Mt. Ascutney

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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 you are each day to do,

Industries wheels to turn, and yet I deem

Such work was not designed for streams like you;

In early days, the Redman’s skiff of bark

Made from the birch, whose mates adorn these hills,

Swept o’er your breast with grace of meadow lark

Whose gladsome song man’s senses ever thrills.

Flow on glad stream, on work or pleasure bent,

While grave Ascutney watches you and smiles consent.

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