One Fells
A poem by Millard Ring
Some go fishing along our rocky shore
Some use a canoe to explore
Some enjoy a good long hike
Some like to ride their mountain bike
Some seek out feathered friends
Some go for a walk with mans best friend
Some come to view our history
Some seek out the mystery
Some run to train for a race
Some like to stroll at a slower pace
Some find a special place to meditate
Some find these surroundings rejuvenate
Where is this place you can always find us?
See for yourself, its one Fells that bind us
Middlesex Fells may be near your home
Or it may be a distant get away you like to roam
What ever the case may be
There is something for everyone to see
Its only a stones throw from Boston
A place in time to be lost in
If you still think it’s a pretty hard sell
Come by for a visit, and find your Fells
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