Footbridge over Great Pond Brook

Went over the Razorback this morning down into Great Notch and around the mountain back to the Long Pond pump house. No ice or snow today. In fact, I was pathetically over dressed on a gorgeous day. Not sure what I was thinking there. Stopped for awhile at one of my top five favorite footbridges in the park (Here's another on the list). The photo feels a bit busy, but that's what its like sometimes in the woods with the stream running noisy.

Today's poem is not for the photo, but for the news. I know there is still so far to go, but the brief release of tension and despair still felt pretty good.

Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;   
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,   
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.


from Lift Every Voice and Sing, by James Weldon Johnson