|Compass Harbor Path|
|Stairs Descending George B. Dorr's Estate-The Father of Acadia|
Sitting on the stoop of the Chinese Restaurant,
My daughter waits, reading.
We’ve made plans to walk.
Leafy ferns, still green,
Line the wide path
Toward ruins of a past life,
On the crumbling patio
I stand, pause and imagine
A grand life, hours filled with fancy cocktails,
Sipped by ladies donning feathered hats,
Tipped just so on their heads,
Their gentlemen near.
The man of the house,
Enchanted by the changing tides,
Wearing a path to the sea.
Descending the granite steps,
The path ahead
Light forced through the forest canopy,
We are guided toward the sea.
Never do we consider that we may not return,
The salt air courses through our veins as we ponder
The past and the present,
For we are enchanted by the changing tides.
The path to the sea is worn and has been traveled