Old East Woburn Cranberry Bog Poem by Gayle Sweeney

Old East Woburn Cranberry Bog



The bog is now conservation land in Woburn, Ma USA. The old house, built about 1870 is my brother's home. According to a neighbor the house used to be a boat house.

By the Aberjona River once cranberries were growing.
Many treasured, sunshiny trees still are astonishing.
This land, where the harvested berries were taken to markets,
Is now a keepsake in the city like a jeweled locket.
Don't miss the songbirds flying up high in the pretty blue sky
Or pure evergreens and the white birches bending with a sigh.
A blue house is there where holidays we visited and talked.
Just think we can go amoung the woodlands for a peaceful walk.
A patch of rich history was told by a closeby neighbor
Who remembered the bog long ago as a place of labor.
Sometimes red winged blackbirds marvelously in the bright sun sing.
I happily wonder what to the sunny woods I can bring.
This dear land with beauty casts a dreamlike, magnificent spell
And the Aberjona and the land have old stories to tell.

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