This is an evocative poem by George VanDeventer, a largely unsung hero of Maine literature. George is a Bristol, Maine resident who has been writing, publishing, teaching and promoting poetry in Maine for decades. George started the poetry journal OFF THE COAST and ran it for many years, giving countless Maine poets of all ages their first publication. Now in his eighties, George continues to write, tackle ambitious gardening projects, and help promote poetry.
Thomas Street, Newark, 1943
My dog has a special place to go.
I sweep away the waste
for the begonias next spring.
Sunflowers rise off the railroad bank.
My Sicilian neighbor walks his goats
early every Sunday morning,
to nibble the dandelions
on a hill that rises to a railroad track,
sunflowers, thistles and old freight cars.
A pony pulls a decorated yellow wagon,
four children and a man
clip-clopping cobbled Thomas Street.
People from away, so near,
I watch them passing –
gesticulating in the air –
with four children in a yellow wagon,
a pony and a man.