Meandering along one lane
roads through the mountains,
stopping in Sperryville ,
crossing the Independence, 
soaking up the deep green reflected
in the black river at Bailey’s Bridge. 

Among tall pines, a tranquil cemetery 
is blanketed in mosses and wild flowers,
yellow and orange sprinkled over 
Mobley and Reece, long gone yet 
brought to memory through dates and
ages, a Tiger Swallowtail visits briefly. 

We move on to the confluence of two
rivers, the Moose and Black creating
Lyon’s Falls, once used to power one 
of the many northern mills that once
employed many of the early members
of this now sparsely populated community. 

Back to camp on Schuyler Camp Road,
it is time for food and fire, memories 
and celebrations, the rain cooling the 
night, the wind singing us to sleep. 

6/19/25
KW