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Tag Archives: friendship
Jake and Phoebe at Ocean Park
Hand in hand across the dune, two friends set out for the beach. Sun warms their calves, turns her hair to gold. As usual, my grandson has a plan. His shoulders square, arms swing wide, bold steps aim at the … Continue reading
Posted in Grandsons, Maine, Poetry
Tagged Family, friendship, Ocean Park
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Night Train to Boston
We are tearing through the darkness aboard Amtrak #94 to Boston. Maybe the engineer is trying to make up for lost time. At Old Saybrook, Connecticut, we waited 45 minutes for the 94 to navigate a problem to the west … Continue reading