I'd like to be walking the Cranberry Road, <br />Where the sea shines blue through the bristling firs, <br />and the rocky pastures are overgrown <br />With bayberry bushes and junipers; <br />Where orchards of bent old apple trees <br />Go trooping down to the pebbly shore, <br />And the clapboard houses are seaward turned, <br />With larkspur clumps at every door; <br />Where there's plenty of time to say good-day <br />When friendly eyes from a window peer-- <br />Oh, I'd like to be back on the Cranberry Road; <br />I wish I were there instead of here!<br /><br />Rachel Lyman Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cranberry-road/
