These are a few snatched images from old notebooks and albums stored away for almost a half-century. How well I was looked after - with my travelling buddy Bob - by the Burnham family in those Summer 1972 days! It was a special time. Why I took no more photos is a mystery. Though of course, a Kodak Instamatic and a couple of 24-frame film rolls was all I seemed to think was enough for a 3-month sojourn in the USA. But in recompense, the memories of Sebago Lake remain fixed vivid in the mind.
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| How we enjoyed creating this! Long gone now I'm sure |
Wind-in-Pines
Not far, though it seems an age; yet
No eternity, just an instant in time.
Here is another country; here
City vapours vanish, and sweet air
Whistles the wind-song sifting in Pines.
The rain is music in the forest trees
And the mingling of a past and present falling
Softens the carpet of ground for a transient listener.
Here is a new song, yet scarcely
Dare I listen, dare
Scarcely touch the brittle stems
Perennial
Yet only of a moment’s time.
Sebago Lake, Maine
June 22nd 1972
