I followed the trail
that led into the shadows
of the dark woods.
Once in, I waited near a rope,
was handed spray for my limbs,
then a flashlight beamed where to sit.
I was transported—
back to the turn of the century,
no longer a tourist.
A sailing rig became a working voyage,
as I tried to retrieve a piano,
and developed a love affair.
In a previous summer visit,
alongside German prisoners of war,
I harvested our bountiful orchards.
The next year, I rolled up my sleeves
and tackled shipbuilding,
because our men were overseas.
Time, place, culture, history,
it is all there under the stars—
journey with the Northern Sky Theater.