At the Appalachian Trail, Woodford, VT
Title
At the Appalachian Trail, Woodford, VT
Description
The poem tells all this.
Date
July 17, 2020
Contributor
Charles Rossiter
Spatial Coverage
Text
At the Appalachian Trail, Woodford, VT
There are a dozen cars in the parking lot
despite overcast skies and light rain.
Beside the river the air has that fresh
forest aroma, no doubt the phytoncides
the trees exude. It’s a pleasant 70 degrees.
Being wet, the leaves are bright and shining.
There’s white noise from the river running
over rocks and the hum of tires on route 9
A lone hiker with a big red backpack appears,
heading south, then a woman and a little girl.
Life iss perfectly normal here by the trail.
You’d never know there’s a pandemic
going on in the rest of the world.
The only thing different about me
is the red bandana around my neck, ready
to pull up into a mask should a friendly
nature lover want to stop a while and chat.
July 17, 2020
There are a dozen cars in the parking lot
despite overcast skies and light rain.
Beside the river the air has that fresh
forest aroma, no doubt the phytoncides
the trees exude. It’s a pleasant 70 degrees.
Being wet, the leaves are bright and shining.
There’s white noise from the river running
over rocks and the hum of tires on route 9
A lone hiker with a big red backpack appears,
heading south, then a woman and a little girl.
Life iss perfectly normal here by the trail.
You’d never know there’s a pandemic
going on in the rest of the world.
The only thing different about me
is the red bandana around my neck, ready
to pull up into a mask should a friendly
nature lover want to stop a while and chat.
July 17, 2020
Collection
Citation
, “At the Appalachian Trail, Woodford, VT,” COVID-19 Archive, accessed December 9, 2024, https://covid-19.digitalvermont.org/items/show/400.