Sunday Citar Cobblestone Street



Willie Stargell: "It's a working town and money doesn't come easy. I feel as much a part of this city as the cobblestone streets and the steel mills, people in this town expect an honest day's work.."


(Picture taken in Boston during our vacation.)

Poem I wrote....


Crossing W. Cedar Street

From the ebb and flow of water
gathered from the stream beds
cobbled smooth now paves
the way for weary travels

small stones whisper
quiet to the graves of history
taking care of weeds that
ensnare and yield an anomaly

amongst concrete, aged and
round, an art of nature bound
will long outlast the swollen
street, sweet Boston, crimson tide

Comments

*Akilah Sakai* said…
Gorgeous poem, Aleta, along with a lovel picture.

I once lived in a town where old cobblestone streets still existed down the road. We'd walk down there for shopping and I didn't realize at the time just how cool it really was.
August 16, 2009 at 11:29 AM
Lilly said…
I love a good cobblestoned street and this photo is lovely and the poem even moreso. Your blog is so pretty and so you! Hope you are enjoying your vacation.
August 16, 2009 at 5:37 PM
Unknown said…
All I have to say is that I visited Niagara Falls one year in early January. The wind was howling at about 45 mph and the temperature was 20 below with a wind chill in the -80 range. I have never been tempted to return for any reason. {*grin*}

Glad it was better in the summer.
August 20, 2009 at 4:13 PM
Holly said…
Did you know where the cobblestones came from? England. Ships don't sail well unless they are loaded, so they would come from England carrying cobblestones, dump the stones on the wharfes, and load the ships with goods from America to be taken back to England. They had to do something with the stones, so the dirt streets were paved with them.
September 3, 2009 at 4:55 PM
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