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Autumn’s reflected brilliance
Memories on mud
Another drawdown
—Nancy Horrall
boat on the lake
two young people in love, get
out of the world
—Ion Untaru, Romania
Shiny white ball on peg,
Enthusiasm springs anew;
Old frustrations lurk.
—Worth Robbins
bare distant drumlin
rime on wet dirt, light brown grass
sledding tracks are gone
—Rick Wood
scarlet, yellow leaves
scent of cider in the air
autumn in Harvard
—Bob Naiva
legs pound down a road
winding tunnel, winter trees
draw breath of cold air
—Rick Wood
icy running brook
moss sparkles under water
january sun
—Rick Wood
Newsprint in my hand
Ann Levison comes to mind
Her words nourish still.
—Name withheld by request
Fall leaves still unraked,
Downed fences yet unmended,
When will spring time come?
—Robert Lerner
parrying eyes pass
in speeding cars side by side
parallel window
—Rick Wood
Why have we not read
General Store now open
Visit us today
—Thelma M. Griffiin
Where have the bees gone?
Apple blossoms lonely now
We miss you, come home
—Hannah Kline
Library stands tall
new books waiting to be read
children come and go
—Hannah Kline
Brick sentinels tend
Spacious fields, thriving ventures,
Dawning neighborhoods
—Nancy Reifenstein
MCAS, sports, the arts,
Harvard’s exceptional kids.
What’s in the water?
—Sue Robbins
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Heat on, ears well-plugged,
Fans turned up dispensing murk,
School board hard at work.
—Robert Lerner
Mouths open, brains idling,
Glibness on Town Meeting floor,
Accusations fly.
—Robert Lerner
The heart of Harvard
The lively ‘hood of this town
Which we all enjoy
—Madeline Beckman
By a gentle stream
cows and sheep are listening.
The oriole sings.
—Midge Klein
Vast views to enthrall
Select treasures to enchant
Weald trails to embrace
—Nancy Reifenstein
A soft, pink sunset
Mirrored in the crater lake
Guides the journey home.
—Midge Klein
Town boards pleading funds.
Rhetoric and careful plans
Shattered at the polls.
—Barbara Weiss
Pussy willows sway
Wind driven pollen floats down
Gently, life goes on.
—Barbara Weiss
New white ball teed up,
Optimism springs anew;
Will this be the year?
—Worth Robbins
Board of Selectmen
Not the ones I voted for.
I still love Harvard.
—Name withheld by request
Sun disintegrates
over a majestic sight
the night reflected
—Jake Kline
The wave builds slowly
Crashes to the shore Wednesday
The paper is done
—Lynda King
Stately homes endure
Around a green once-plain field
To train militia
—Nancy Reifenstein
Kipling’s architect
Shared plans for Stanley’s mansion
Our seniors now grace
—Nancy Reifenstein
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