Showing posts with label New Hampshire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Hampshire. Show all posts

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Rochester....

....New Hampshire, it's called the Lilac City too,
once a mill town, it has survived, it's here for you;
a very busy place, it's diversified, that's good,
a come back that's been practiced, worked the way it should.

Ol' Larry used to come here a couple of times a month,
sometimes for a haircut, he got one more than onceth;
the Salmon Falls River serves as the dividing line,
drive across it slowly and smell that Maine pine.
Top:  The Salmon Falls River
Middle: It's the Lilac City
Bottom: A section of South Main Street

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Wolfeboro....

...New Hampshire, America's original summer resort,
that is their claim, so that's what I'll report.
Lake country that could be at it's best;
not a bad place, to stop and to rest.

The mail boat comes and goes, just like On Golden Pond,
while the street is busy with folks from here and beyond;
taking in the views or touring on a boat,
it the tourist money, that keeps this town afloat.
Top: Black bears like it here too!
Middle: Aerial of Lake Winnepesaukee.
Bottom: The Smith River gives us a look at what's coming.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Berlin...

...New Hampshire, in the Kingdom of the North,
near the very source where the Androscoggin bubbles forth,
former mill town, now the mill is disassembled,
two prisons now keep their occupants assembled.

Berlin is proof that life goes on,
when you think that every chance is gone;
the mill closings seemed to shatter it's dreams,
but opportunity knocked, on to better schemes.
Top: Berlin across the river.
Middle: In years past.
Bottom: Another river view.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

White Mountain National Forest...

...New Hampshire, no, it's not a town, but..
it's important not to get into a rut.
This 'parcel' contains the mountains, and...
1225 square miles of land.

It's important for us to preserve,
our lands for the next generations to serve...
the scenic wonders of our land;
it's our job to lend a hand.
Top:  The Presidential Range, or most of it.
Middle:  One of many streams, good hiking.
Bottom:  Covered bridge.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Franconia....

Whose home this is I think I know,
his house is in the village though;
now do you have a clue?
It's Robert Frost, I'm bringing to you.

Home to Franconia State Park,
it has the Flume, but not an ark;
real pretty place, they've got here though,
nothing about it I'd call so-so.
NOTE: I meant this to be posted September 1st, too much of a hurry(?)
Top: Echo Lake
Middle: Cannon Mountain in winter, shown with Dow Academy
Bottom: One of many notches

Meredith....


....New Hampshire, right on Lake Winnipesaukee, it is,
so there's a lot of pop, zap and fizz,
but that's in the summer, when things are hot;
but in the winter and ice, hot it is not.

All kidding aside, it a very nice town,
and in the autumn it'll be dressed in a colorful gown;
it's the leaves that people come to see,
and when they're here it's as good as can be.

Top: "The Lady" is all dressed up.
Middle: From the Lake
Bottom: "Up at 0300", Sunrise in Meredith.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Franklin....

....New Hampshire, where is Merrimack River starts,
mill town, suburb too, a home to many hearts.
Home of Daniel Webster, a Statesman for us all,
and a very pretty place, when the season's fall.

From the Pemigewasset and Winnipesaukee, the Merrimack flows;
and the Franklin Falls give power, and steel gets hammer blows,
and industrial past, a present still to be made,
people come from Concord, to make homes in the shade.
Top: Sunrise on Mount Kearsarge (top under clouds).
Middle: Birthplace of Daniel Webster, built in 1780.
Bottom: A red box or Oreos; or, a herd of Belted Galloway heading for the barn.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Auburn.....

....New Hampshire:
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain
where smiling spring its earliest visit paid,
and parting summer's lingering blooms delayed
                                     Oliver Goldsmith, 18th century - "The Deserted Village"

So, here we have Auburn, sitting on a lake,
it's all real folks, ain't nothing about it fake;
home to gentle people, a pet or two I'm sure,
peaceful, still and charming, absolutely pure.
NOTE: Hi Steve!! and Rachael too.
Photos: Lakes and streams in Auburn.