It's that time again. A melancholy time. We took the last boat ride of the season up the Annisquam River on Saturday. Add to that the Red Sox loss on Sunday and all are thinking "wait 'til next year".
Annisqaum VillagePeter A. ToddIts winding roads at the rivers bendWith the many historic homes along its wayThe many blooming flowers and the wind to sendThe perfumed scent of nature to the soul to conveyThe twisting river as it spills out into the oceanVillage children laughing and playing along its banksTourists partaking of its arts and the emotionOf which we have our Father of creation to thankThe tree lined roads of Oak and Elm’sWith the playful squirrel jumping from limb to limbGod’s blessing of the Faith born sparrowsThe Village Church and its parishioners withinThe hustle and bustle of elders and youthEach Villager tending to their craftsProud to abide in inlet of the inherited rootsOf their founding fathers of years long past
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