Pittsfield NH : The Birch And The Old Mill

28 Jul

“I am weary,”

thought the birch, bent through the years looking at the mill near by.

“Yet I can sing when the wind isn’t very kind, and shed my leaves from sturdy branch.

Though my tone has changed, bending with the times, my note has always been by chance.


“I was boarded up,”

thought the mill, “after the Suncook dam and I made our majestic stand.

The river ? No longer its familiar roar, its course changed, trickling quite tamed,

mature reflection in dignity, still flows with its original name.”



Walking off main street past the empty boarding houses

(now apartments for rent including hot water and heat)

past the empty stores with vacant space to lease,

past a surviving pizza parlor at the bottom of the hill

grandmother with grandchild in a stroller crosses the bridge,

smiles at the birch tree and passing by the mill;


hums a tune so completely off key, yet it’s source, soothes

the baby, unscrambling the dreams only tomorrow can bring.

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(Note: 2011 re-post; for final 2014 proof for Publication…maybe 🙂


Posted by on July 28, 2013 in Mill Street, New England, New Hampshire, poems, Poetry, Zen


8 responses to “Pittsfield NH : The Birch And The Old Mill

  1. ZQ

    July 29, 2013 at 12:52 pm

    Thank you for the visit Natasa and comment


  2. ZQ

    July 29, 2013 at 12:50 pm

    Thank you Sherry. I do have faith in the young folks. Our answers have always been in the “strollers” 🙂


  3. ZQ

    July 29, 2013 at 12:48 pm

    Thank you Brian.
    As Dylan Sang “…for the times, they are a changing.”


  4. ZQ

    July 29, 2013 at 12:44 pm

    Thank you Cheong. I always enjoy your visits.


  5. Nataša Dolenc (@Natasek86)

    July 29, 2013 at 6:32 am

    i liked it.. i love birch trees.


  6. Sherry Marr

    July 28, 2013 at 5:33 pm

    A beautiful write and I especially enjoyed the closing lines.


  7. brian miller

    July 28, 2013 at 2:50 pm

    smiles…i like the character of the grandmother…offkey yet soothing…so much change and slow wilting of such towns…and yet the grandmother is an image you could put anywhere and we would all know…smiles

    good luck on publication. just remember it does not determine the poems worth.


  8. dsnake1

    July 28, 2013 at 2:37 pm

    i liked the interesting way you started the poem, 2 old “residents” remembering the past.
    lovely images of a town, but sad in a way that it is slowly being neglected, the industries of the past do not attract anymore.

    and best of luck on the publication. 🙂



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