Pilgrim Springs

by

Wesley A. Storer

The weary pilgrims have returned
From new ground they have turned
See the fields and sandy strands
In their new found pilgrim land
Once a poorly blessed assmblage
On that dreary bleakened shore
Where solitary Winter lingered
The leafy woods and flowered lea
Its sixteen hundred fifty-three
Teeming life forms jump and leap
As if Earth's grip to leave
There is a feel to this land
No spoken language can command
Scarlet tanager and lark divert
Homesick stare and heartfelt hurt
From fragrant new turned earth
Settlement sentries stand alert
By little houses humbly reserved
These weary voyagers journied far
Dilligent labor their sorrow barred
To plant the oats and hoe the corn
With pumpkin, turkey, table adorn
To hunt for ducks geese and more
By emerald pristine springs
The joyful pilgrim bon vivants
Bring corn and fish and clams
Bushy brooks and partridged nooks
The old birch lined rocky glade
From misty bays and rutty capes
Rutty trails and flowered lanes
Ivied lanes and scarlet flames
Until britttle November leaves
Brisquely jostling in the breeze
Warns again of Winter's approach
Those working Christian bon vivants
Bolstered by their holy confidant
For a few once truly believed
They were blessed in their need
What demon would follow them here
With nothing demons desire to fear
The demons will come later

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