Westfield Pioneer Village … (another poem)

(Pioneer Village Photo Montage by CanadadaPHOTOGRAPHY.blogspot.com )

Hidden amongst the tall jack pines
down a long lush country lane
is a secret village of yesteryear
built by single-minded volunteers

A timeless century of well-wishers -
community givers – lend a hand
in this perfect pioneer prism
built plank held to plank with anvil square nails

Horse and wagon, tailored top hat
long skirts and smelly bake pans
pantomime a civil dream of the New World
buried in these lost and ancient woods

A passing smile, a gentle wink
assure one and all that the Old Pioneers
stand near, very near – and tall
these Sunday actors never miss their beat

I too don an old coat and lift up the small prayer book
village locals enter once more with solemn glee
‘tis time again for choral celebration
as we hymn our waning humanity