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Yellow Days of Fall in Belleplain

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By Al Campbell

Franks Road, Belleplain. Photo by Harry B. Scheeler Jr.

BELLEPLAIN -- Leaves throughout Cape May County seemed to be awaiting the touch of frost to change from their hues of green into a profusion of colors.

The Belleplain State Forest is one place to take in autumn's splendor on less traveled back roads.

Was it a scene similar to the one above that inspried poet Robert Frost to pen his famed, "The Road Not Taken?"

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Sun, 11/02/2008 - 7:25pm

~’Pon Her Pastures Green~

~*~
O’ lye me down ‘pon her pastures green,
beneath her twining, fragrant garden room.
Where th’ Woodbine honeysuckle doth glean,
so sweet, her cozy nap of floral-scented bloom.
~*~
‘Pon sylvan fields there th’ young maiden waits,
hence th’ song bird sings her sweetened chords.
‘Tis where I long to be dancing amid her drapes,
O’ so enveloped within her silken-petal rewards.
~*~
Let th’ bracken-dawn shed her golden-spun light,
in that giddy-glen of green, O’ her tender blossom.
To sup mid her balmy-buttercup of nectars delight;
embracing her lovely scent ‘tis her gentle, lilt psalm.
~*~
Down th’ path along her lustrous-folded woodlands;
O’ tresslin ‘bout her fancy-gilded walkway she’s lain.
She’ll permeate th’ noontides, her mellifluous strands;
this a burgeon-pastoral waltz mid her flow’ring sylvan.
~*~
‘Pon her pastures green~

Author’s comments: Strolling the beautiful sylvan’s of Woodbine NJ; you can truly smell the fragrant aroma of this sweet vine; the ever lovely Woodbine honeysuckle. Thank you and enjoy!

Copyright ©2008 Barbara V. Fidler

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