Babson’s Farm Quarry

 

It’s been many years since the last man was blinded

by steel from a hammer or sliver of stone.

It’s been a long time since a hand or an arm

was blasted away  at the  Babson’s Farm quarry.

 

It’s been many years since our bedrock  was cut

for  bridges and buildings and roadways and streets.

It’s been a long time since steam engines have fired;

when  monuments shaped from our granite rose tall.

 

It’s been many years and the hammers are silent;

the cutting and hauling and lifting are done.

It’s been a long time and the workers are resting;

this gift they’ve bequeathed us –  this jewel in the sun.

 

© Marty Luster 2012

 

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