FRENCHTOWN AT SUNDOWN

Never, not even in the dire days of the death of my first voted President, John F. Kennedy, has nature been more essential to me.

This is a recent quest for healing of the soul, along the Delaware River, for whose fate I have fought for decades.  The essence of Delaware towns in Bucks County, Pennsylvania, and on the New Jersey side, is timelessness.

Hope also resides there, as that superb politician, Bucks County Congressman Peter Kostmayer, forged ahead to prevent the building of the Tocks Island Dam and have our river named “Wild and Scenic” wherever it is not ruined by the forces of growth and greed.

Come stroll the sun down with us…

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The Golden Hour, Delaware River Bridge and Bench at Evening

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Audible Beauty, at the hem of the ‘Delaware, Frenchtown

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Audible Voyagers, Wild and Free, above the Delaware

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Venerable Bricks, Frenchtown

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“The Heart of the Matter,” Frenchtown

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“… a yellow wood…” Frenchtown –  “seeing how way leads on to way…”    Frost

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The Gold Standars — Frenchtown in November 2016

Regard these timeless, priceless scenes.  Remember, we are blessed by towpath settings that have been preserved by the courageous.  Heed Margaret Mead:  “A SMALL GROUP OF PEOPLE CAN CHANGE THE WORLD.      INDEED, IT IS THE ONLY THING THAT EVER HAS.”

Be vigilant concerning our wild spaces.  This is FREEDOM CENTRAL.

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Last Light on Delaware River, Frenchtown

 

 

“…fill up with snow…”

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening]

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By Robert Frost

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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
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He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
 
 
 

Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.

Source: Collected Poems, Prose, & Plays (Library of America, 1995)

This poem has always been a favorite of this winter-lover, but it mattered most to President Kennedy…      snow is such a blessing…                        cfe