... along the mount vernon road i stopped to look at the ruins along the parker pond outlet which are hidden by foliage and undergrowth during the summer months ...
memories of my father,
like the stones of the old mill,
i'm know that in time
the great granite blocks
will wash away to the sea,
but i'm sure the thoughts of pa
will last long enough for me.
... at the rogers' house a single icicle caught my eye ...
is the sea
... i watched ice melt and spent time with my friends ...
... what a wonderful day ...