The first storm of the season is here. Here’s the Compo Beach neighborhood. Enjoy!


(Photos/Betsy P. Kahn)
The first storm of the season is here. Here’s the Compo Beach neighborhood. Enjoy!


(Photos/Betsy P. Kahn)
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A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island
I’ve built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain
I am a rock
I am an island
Don’t talk of love
Well I’ve heard the word before
It’s sleeping in my memory
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries
Gail, I miss you and Terry.
From one old Westporter to another.