On the Appalachian Train in Massachusetts’s Beartown State Forest, in The Berkshires
Blue blazes marking the Metacomet Trail, in Farmington, Conn.
— Photo by Ragesoss
New England woods are fair of face,
And warm with tender, homely grace,
Not vast with tropic mystery,
Nor scant with arctic poverty,
But fragrant with familiar balm,
And happy in a household calm.
And such O land of shining star
Hitched to a cart! thy poets are,
So wonted to the common ways
Of level nights and busy days,
Yet painting hackneyed toll and ease
With glories of the Pleiades.
For Bryant is an aged oak,
Beloved of Time, and sober folk;
And Whittler, a hickory,
The workman's and the children's tree;
And Lowell is a maple decked
With autumn splendor circumspect.
Clear Longfellow's an elm benign,
With fluent grace in every line
And Holmes, the cheerful birch intent;
On frankest, whitest merriment
While Emerson's high councils rise;
A pine, communing with the skies.
— “New England Woods,’’ by Amos Russel Wells (1862-1933), American editor, author and professor. The surnames here are of famous New England poets. #New England Woods
