Office to Maine a Way to Stay Sane

Looking over my desk
Filled with papers and more
Starring out the large windows
To the dancing green leaves I adore.

Leaving by noon
No make that four
One more call, two more calls
Till I finally walk out the door.

Packing clothes, camera and papers,
Four bags for three days
Then with three people and two dogs,
Into the car for the getaway.

The trip takes less than three hours
Less if you close your eyes and sleep
Awake at the turn to 302
For the final 35 minute creep.

Arriving and departing the car
There's a decompression change
From Newton to Maine
From the suburbs to the forest and range.

The air so clear and clean
The smell of the lake floating through
The cool cleansing breeze
The anticipation of the morning dew.

Greetings with smiles and hugs
So much to be said
Unlike the dogs who smell each other
From their rears to their heads.

Then eating and relaxation
Phelps needs our help
He somehow wins (we thought loses)
There are cheers and there are yelps

Then from light into darkness
The entire house did plunge
So flashlights and candles were used
To avoid the trip and the lunge.

Calmness prevailed as some read by dim lanterns
Others cajoled, laughed and poked
Then the lights came back on
And all were fully stoked.

Then goodnights and to bed
One by one, two by two
The adult days did end
For the teens the day was not through.

So goodnight not farewell
For eternal is not this rest
The morning sun will soon rise
A day of fun t'will be the best.