Poem: Old Road, Lomontville | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine
Up in the woods, signs of an old road,
bounded by stone walls, parallel

and straight, then turning, then parallel
and straight again, slanting off across

the neighbor’s lot and petering out,
shagbark and ash on either side,

big, old trees so some are dying,
and where the road was—never

paved, just a packed trail—soil has
eroded between the walls, left it irregular

and rocky-bottomed, small trees grown up
here and there, hemlock and blue beech,

so it’s no road now, only a hint of what there was
long ago when wagons and horses, perhaps oxen

as well, made their way somewhere
to somewhere through the woods.

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