At The End Of The Street

I grew up next to the Wetlands-- a looping boardwalk runs through it; watch your step for the wooly bears, and picking Cat Tails is not allowed. There are summer pears and crabapples; enjoy red-breasted black birds as they swoop and call. You might see a tree chewed the whole way through, but the hares are too well hidden. In the winter water sloshes under board, So watch your step, because furry caterpillars are everywhere! And although once a year they still cut the cattails, endangered flowers are brought back into bloom. Here and there are benches to watch the ducks from, but from behind, don't make fun of the way I walk; we'd stop at a bridge and lean on the railing, and listen as other people pass us by.