Harbor Brook Crossing

I set apart a day for wandering;
I heard the woodlands run,
The hidden white-throat sing,
And the harmonic West,
Beyond the far hill-crest,
Touch its Aeolian string.
Remote from all the brawl and bruit of men,
The iron tongue of Trade,
I followed the clear calling of a wren
Deep to the bosom of a sheltered glade,
Where interwoven branches spread a shade
Of soft cook berry like the evening seas
Unruffled by the breeze.
And there — and there —
I watched the maiden-hair,
The pale blue iris-grass,
The water-spider in its pause and pass
Upon a pool that like a mirror was.
I took for confidant
The diligent ant
Threading the clover and the sorrel aisles;
For me were all the smile
Of the sequestered blossoms there abloom —
Chalice and crown and plume;
I drank the rich attars blurred and blent,
And won —Content!


A Day for Wandering, by Clinton Scollard


This spot is perfectly situated at a trail junction such that, on any number of various hikes, it is the ideal place to rest for a spell, get a drink, and have a snack. I've found myself here many times over the years, in all seasons, and it always feels like I'm meeting up with an old friend.