!07Lament2

This poem describes my complaint about the seemingly neverending political battles between the old guard and the newcomers in Head of the Harbor, an historic Long Island village. The community had a great tradition of being the summer home of many nineteenth and early twentieth century New York City architects and artists.

The first picture shows a wading Snowy Egret in reflection at the Stony Brook Grist Mill Pond taken by Chris Murray in 1993. The second is Wetherill, the beautiful octagonal home built by architect Stanford White. The last two images are of the Grist Mill and its Pond.

Lament

                                       A ne’er more quiet Village, still,
                                       Her Paths closed down against our Will;
                                       ‘Twixt Ponds where Egrets, Com’rants mill,
                                       Near White’s tall Tower, Wetherill.
                                       Frustration, Anger mixed, confound,
                                       Those Views of Salt Marsh, Harbor bound,
                                       To hear a Neighbor’s Grist a-ground;
                                       With Cries of Why, Long Island sound?

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