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by FREDERICK HAYES As the younger membersPrepared for a summer of funThe old man carried a scytheOut to the verdant meadowAnd stepping his way downThe glade and back he mowedThe long grass with a lithe graceAs the late spring sun…

by FREDERICK HAYES We paddled diffidentlyAlong with the othersAlways awkwardlyEmbarrassed by ourLack of coordinationMindful of the milesAnd the bruised fingersCompeting with achingMuscles for our attentionWhilst pristine MainePaced along beside usQuietly observing ourUneven progress downThe water’s pathwayUntil the stream widenedAnd the…