Archive of Bikeway Haiku

Bikeway Haiku

In 2018, Arlington Public Art and the bike committees of Arlington, Lexington, and Bedford collaborated to celebrate the 25th Anniversary of the Minuteman Bikeway with 10 miles of haiku poetry created by our diverse communities and stenciled onto the pavement. Bikeway Haiku was unveiled on September 29, 2018, in time for a celebration of the 250th anniversary.

A.H. to Debby

A

Feel the wind rush past
the wind rushes past my face
on the Minuteman
– A.H., age 7, Lexington Library
Woman whizzes past
“Look, look, look!” she says. I turn
Ducklings all look back
– A.J. Lexington Library
Bikepath in summer
Birds chirp and mullberries bloom
Flowers grow brightly
– Aadya, 12 years old, Hogwarts (!)
It is really great
A lovely place to be in
Wind breezing by me
– Aarin M., Lexington Library
On my bike again
Off to enjoy the lovely
Green tunnel. I go!
– Abby Hafer, Bedford
Turtles large and small
Sunning themselves and swimming.
I pause and watch them.
– Abby Hafer, Bedford
Birds sing, chipmunks run,
I walk, we walk, we all walk,
Through the Minuteman!
– Aditi Subramanian, age 8, Stratton Elementary School, Arlington
Nature’s gift to us,
Is what we take for granted,
Let us treasure it !
– Aditi Subramanian, age 8, Stratton Elementary School, Arlington
It is where we walk,
Talk and ride our bicycles,
Its the Minuteman!!
– Aditi Subramanian, age 8, Stratton Elementary School, Arlington
APRIL
The leaves have arrived
like unfolded secrets:
chartreuse and blood.
– Adriana Grant, Somerville
CYCLE
Legs in unison,
walking slow, walking fast; how
you move parallel.
– Adriana Grant, Somerville
Scissoring thighs, huff-
ing lungs. Each inhalation
the exhale of trees.
– Adriana Grant, Somerville
Under August sun
green elm liberates one leaf
of fluttering gold
– Aileen Maroney, Arlington
Black-Capped Chickadee,
Chirping, lovely, in treetops,
Oh, you make me smile.
– Alexa Boyes
dappled sunlight streams
through generations’ old woods
on the Minuteman
– Alexandra B
Unrestricted, free
I bike with my family
and make memories
– Alexandra B
May to December
offer rides to remember
Spring into Autumn
– Alexandra B
Bike chains click away
squeaky wheels, too, won’t stop us:
pedal fast toward peace.
– Alexandra Kesick, Arlington
Birds stuffed in gold nests
eyes wide like worlds we’ve not seen
mouths unhinged to eat.
– Alexandra Kesick, Arlington
Asphalt beneath us
what we create and let go
a train for a path.
– Alexandra Kesick, Arlington
Stenciled words line path
Butterflies, fastened to fence
Art of the bike way
– Aliza, Arlington, age 15, Arlington High School
Soft sun rays shine through
canopies of lush flora
Dancing shadows form
– Aliza, Arlington, age 15, Arlington High School
Seven fifteen sun,
soft as the bike path leads us
to Kickstand Café
– Aliza, Arlington, age 15, Arlington High School
A leaf falls slowly
floating, twirling, a dancer
Peacefully, it lands
– Aliza, Arlington, age 15, Arlington High School
Why did the chicken
cross the bike path? Why? To get
to the other side
– Aliza, Arlington, age 15, Arlington High School
The wind in my hair
The trees surrounding us
Spy Pond is sparkling
– Alyssa
Trailblazers pedal
new pathways into old roads
history unfolds.
– Amos Don, Boston
What laughter; Trains scratch
on common path of journeys
where the bikes now roll.
– Amos Don, Boston
What once scratched and rattled this path ago
Sound pedal complete with smiles that still last
Journeys that honor the present and past.
– Amos Don, Boston
Bright sweaters on trees
Kept us all warm last winter
But the seasons change
– Amy Goldstein
Wet asphalt gleaming
Sunshine, headlamp, streetlamp, moon
Bikeway never sleeps
– Andrea Nicolay, Arlington
Summer’s coming yes!
Juice from watermelon yum
This summer is great!
– Andrew, 9 years old, Hardy Elementary School
A certain terror
laces a baby’s crying
who needs to be changed.
– Andrew Bergeron, Arlington
The bikes are coming
forward backward right and left
Close your eyes and pray
– Andrew Bergeron, Arlington
A still and calm pond,
A wonder of the Bike Path,
The unnoticed tree.
– Andy Xu
On this path you ride
It’s Arlington, not Tour de France,
Be kind, be patient.
– Anette Bauer, Arlington
Roosters on the path
Pecking at the dirt for what?
Rather eat ice cream!
– Anket, Age 10, Cambridge
Silver leaf, fallen
trash, the roar of far traffic,
Green tunnel beckons.
– Anne Ellinger, Arlington
Ancient woman sits
watching the bikers zip by – this
her daily delight.
– Anne Ellinger, Arlington
Garden of light where
fat slugs lie and prey upon
ephemeral wings.
– Anne-Marie Delaunay-Danizio, Waltham
Something as light as
a thread of silk can hold a
flying bird captive
– Anne-Marie Delaunay-Danizio, Waltham
The sun’s everywhere
the earth wrapped in a net of
burning tentacles
– Anne-Marie Delaunay-Danizio, Waltham
Frowning faces fuss
about the endless rains
worms and slugs rejoice
– Annie Hewitt, Arlington Public Library
I like the bike path
There are no cars going fast
I shall not die yet
– Anya, age 14, Ottoson middle school
Afternoon outing
Pedals, wheels, spinning until –
we reach the playground
– Ashley Dickson, Arlington
Bikes, scooters, strollers,
rollerblades, and skateboards. Or –
just my own two feet.
– Ashley Dickson, Arlington
Sounds of ringing bells
tell me cyclists want to pass –
proper etiquette
– Ashley Dickson, Arlington
A river that flows
As bicyclists cut upstream
Lifeblood to our towns
– Ashley Freeman, Medford
Sunset on Spy Pond
Castles and turrets of clouds
World of light-water
– Anonymous
Alone on this path
serenity surrounds me
until ON YOUR LEFT
– Anonymous, Arlington Public Library
Strides from a year ago
Heavy air, closer water
One of many gone
– Anonymous, Arlington Public Library
Away from harsh sounds
Chipmunk darts noiselessly by
Wheels hum their rhythm
– Anonymous, Arlington Public Library
Blue sky framed by green
Muffled sounds of day’s beginning
Breathe free; never stop
– Anonymous, Arlington Public Library
Alone on this path
Serenity surrounds me
until ON YOUR LEFT
– Anonymous, Arlington Public Library
They say you are flat
I know otherwise
Lex is Everest
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
No! Please don’t hit me
I am just walking here. Fast.
Go your way in peace
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Look ahead of you
You will see bikes fly by
Colors spin through town
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Meadow mist sunrise
Cozy trees, still pond, Alewife
Arrive so alive
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Lots of people bike
Many trees surround the path
Lots of fun with friends!
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Sun and rain on face
I ride my bike in this place
Pedal til heart’s content
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
We like to see things
Like horses and ponds and baby ducks
And the bike path cracks
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Loop around my house
On the road and bike trail
Talking and laughing
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Riding home from work
Summer rains in Great Meadow
Feeling warm and wet
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Bike Bike Bike Bike Bike
Bicycle Bike Bicycle
Bike Bike Bike Bike Bike
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
I cross the bike path
Going briefly in a direction different
from everyone else
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Long path meanders
shiny autumn leaves glow
cyclist slips, falls!
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Nature and history
Come together uniquely
here and affect me
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Squirrel up ahead
My dog, lunging, pulls my arm
out of its socket
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
My hair through the breeze
Finally my mind at ease
Oh, what lovely trees!
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Recumbent riders
wave while passing each other
briefly together
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
The bikepath is nice
You can ride your bike on it
better than this poem
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Deep shade of summer
Metal insects flashing by
Then once more stillness
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
A cold drink from Kick-
Stand launches my journey in-
ward along the still path
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Taking a long walk
to the duck pond here we go
on a sunny day
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Path behind my house
Commuters whiz by at dawn
Snippets of talk heard
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
A trail with trees
Leaves and wooden, wide borders
a nice trail to bike
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Whether work or fun
Take a ride along the path
And relive our past!
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Sun, breeze, quiet day
The ride to Bedford depot
No poison ivy
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Bright all day and night
We all love to walk and bike
It was a long fight
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Minuteman bikepath
This is bad haiku about….
Minuteman bikepath
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Low tide two o’clock
A carpet of seashells lead
To a newfound land
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Yesterday we saw
Alligators and a snake
In the pond (pretend!)
– Anonymous, Lexington Library
Minuteman Bikeway
I’ve never been here, have you?
Today I will do
– Anonymous, Lexington Library

B

Reach deep and reach far,
Savor questions not answers:
Walk with companions.
– Barbara Ruskin, Watertown
Sudden silence breaks…
Were the birds telling secrets?
Their relief; my joy.
– Barbara Ruskin, Watertown
Maybe it’s hiding?
Yes, the past is never passed.
See a boulder. Push.
– Barbara Ruskin, Watertown
More than all the stars
In all the skies in all worlds,
Love shatters distance.
– Barbara Ruskin, Watertown
As I ride this path
My bike travels so smoothly
Smiles, nods I go
– Barbara Schuster, once Arlington, now Lexington
Leaves dance, people laugh
Whispering with bright secrets
Through lush caopies.
– Becky Donner, Somerville
Dappled sunshine flits
through dancing leaves, shivering,
anticipating
– Becky Donner, Somerville
Long slog from Alewife
Bikeway peaks in Lexington
Cruise downhill from there
– Ben Littauer, Bedford
Age-old twisted tree,
Dear Philamon and Baucis,
Do you still serve tea?
– Bertram Baldwin, Waltham
Yes, we still serve tea,
If you squeeze into this tree,
Herbal, green or black?
– Bertram Baldwin, Waltham
The serrated edge
Of snow along the bike path,
Threat’ning to encroach…
– Bertram Baldwin, Waltham
small child in tutu
pedaling furiously
tiny spurt of joy
– Beth Kress
moccasins once tread
this old path I walk today
filled with life and goals
– Beth Kress
parents instruct kids
in different languages
how to ride a bike
– Beth Kress
we hurtle through space
and splintered streaks of time
moving towards the light
– Beth Kress
swept along by gusts
at one with moving cosmos
we pedal towards light
– Beth Kress
body symphony
multiple moving pieces
all in harmony
– Beth Kress
my lovely commute
through leafy birdsong tunnel
I arrive refreshed
– Beth Kun, Arlington
I amble bravely
against a crush of cyclists
thankful for my shell
– Beth Kun, Arlington
I recline my head
In a field of green splendor
Bird poops in my eye!
– Beth Kun, Arlington
Pedals crank. Gears shift.
Breezes on my face feel green.
They taste like freedom.
– Betsy Bowman, raised in Arlington, lives in Somerville
“ON YOUR LEFT!” they shout.
My eyes roll. “Come on guys. It’s
not the Tour de France.”
– Betsy Bowman, raised in Arlington, lives in Somerville
Bikes, Spy Pond baseball,
Hop the fence to MediMart.
My bike path childhood.
– Betsy Bowman, raised in Arlington, lives in Somerville
Such a quiet place
To walk with your grand children
Watching nature bloom
– Betty L, Arlington
Transported by bike:
my friend’s cremated remains,
sheet music, sweet corn.
– Betty Trembly, Arlington
Sharp-eyed hawk on fence
Ignored my approaching bike,
Pounced on squeaking mouse
– Betty Trembly, Arlington
TYPICAL RUN
Pumping uphill hard
to Lexington, gliding back
to Menotomy.
– Bob Sprague, Arlington
PATH THROUGH NATURE
Thoreau railed against
tracks over which cyclists now
ride embraced by leaves.
– Bob Sprague, Arlington
biking west from home
will I go to Lexington?
Or why not Concord?!
– Bob Zager, Cambridge
Invisible rails
Beneath asphalt remember
Their faded glory
– Brett Tomlinson, Arlington
Beneath brooding skies,
joggers flee the falling rain,
but the rabbits stay.
– Brett Tomlinson, Arlington
Today we will walk.
Going to the dog park, yes!
Today I will run!
– Brett Tomlinson, Arlington
Java cup Java
Clears my head – makes me happy
I get out of bed
– Brian Randon, South Boston
Crisp air, tang of soil,
my bicycle slices through
crunchy clouds of leaves
Bryce Flint-Somerville, Arlington
the tap dance on path
grounds me with earth
happen to You?…maybe
– bzm, Lexington
the enticing spinning wheel
draw near the affirming draft – careful
closeness can kill
– bzm, Lexington

C

pedal rhythm gear
shift regain steady cadence
at one with my bike
– C.C. Carlsen, Winchester
On her ride today,
a minutewoman calls out:
“Let’s go! Follow me!”
– Caitlin Thornbrugh, Jamaica Plain
Braids beneath helmets
whip in the hot summer winds
her two wheels fly north
– Caitlin Thornbrugh, Jamaica Plain
Front light set to dim,
coasts along the ghost train path
she’s headed back home
– Caitlin Thornbrugh, Jamaica Plain
Late summer sorrow-
Trees on the edge of turning,
A colder meadow
– Cammy Thomas, Lexington
Horse in a pasture
Back already to the wind,
Waiting for thunder.
– Cammy Thomas, Lexington
Sandy bottom pond,
Silky water, very deep,
Sinking in Walden.
– Cammy Thomas, Lexington
Hot day, no breeze stirs
Except the tops of the trees,
Like my mind changing.
– Cammy Thomas, Lexington
Red snake on the path,
Stiff and straight as if long dead,
Curved when I touched it.
– Cammy Thomas, Lexington
Biking and walking,
Your feet transport you into
A greener future.
– Carol Chamberlain, Arlington
As I walk, the ghosts
of trains past join me on the
now smooth path. I smile.
– Carol Chamberlain, Arlington
Clean air and quiet.
Past lush trees, fervent flowers
Biking, I feel peace.
– Carolyn Boettner, Arlington
asphalt, oh asphalt
hugging my wheels while I ride
from here to there, home
– Carri Hulet
Ride your bike quickly
And smell the roses slowly
Have a nice journey
– Catherine Wang
Sunset heron flies
Stirs sparkling stars bounce on the
Mirror-like Spy Pond
– Catherine Wang
Waist-length golden hair
Disguised princess flying by
Fairytale biker
– Cathie Desjardins, Arlington
Across the calm pond
Speedy duck makes a calm vee
Unseen feet churning
– Cathie Desjardins, Arlington
Hard to get going
then mini-bike picks up speed
Mom yelling STOP STOP
– Cathie Desjardins, Arlington
Slow stroll in soft clothes
Older couple holdig hands
Go around, fast bikes!
– Cathie Desjardins, Arlington
After thunderstorms
Sunset holy picture rays
Shine down on washed world
– Cathie Desjardins, Arlington
Small girl, big helmet
Smiling Grandma trails behind
shiny new scooter
– Cathie Desjardins, Arlington
Don’t come here at night.
The bunnies might clobber you
With small furry paws.
– Cathy Garabedian
The skinned-knees are free,
like the boys’ spirits when the
training wheels come off
– Chris Wendell, Bedford
(Inspired by a treehouse located not far from the Depot in Bedford)
a red blur aloft
streaks homeward chirping, chiding
the red crawl below
– Chris Wendell, Bedford (inspired by 128)
the revolving path
is thin space for minutemen
yore, now, and to be.
– Chris Wendell, Bedford (inspired by Lexington Center)
Spying the Pond
A city mirage?
Vast sparkling oasis awaits
No Swimming Allowed
– Christopher Ellinger, Arlington
Walking the bikepath
Restoring us to wellness
Soothing hearts and minds
– Claire Odom, Arlington
Riding at top speed
While reading haiku – Oh my!
I’d better watch out!
– Clifton Lin, Arlington
People walk and run
Everybody plays fun games
Come and play with me
– Connor, age 7, Hardy Elementary, Arlington
Twenty-five great years
Bikeway geared to persevere
Happy Birthday, Cheers!
– Corinne Doud, Bedford
Gliding on my bike
Cool breeze caresses my face
Exhilarating!
– Corinne Doud, Bedford
On your left, move right
Passing by you, it looks tight
Hope we don’t unite
– Corinne Doud, Bedford

D

whether sun, rain, snow
bikeway is always constant
people move along
– D. Brooks, Concord MA
A chipmunk darts out
I miss him by a sliver
Rodent redemption
– Dan Leonard, Arlington
BICYCLE BALLET
Round paths, pedals push
Inertia: curve of motion
Wind-on-knuckles-free
– Dana Layne Edmunds
Marching, galloping,
patriots on pavement to
soaring cycle sounds
– Dana Layne Edmunds
Slice through thick woodland
paths that wind and dip and dive
while spinning wheels glide
– Dana Layne Edmunds
Sharp-eyed at path’s edge
The old woman plucks the trash
Blooming in the mud 
– Danielle Descoteaux
Pedal in the sun
Coffee at Kickstand Café
Quickly home to chores
– David, Lexington, MA
Walking my bad dog
he lunges at passing bikes
I wish he didn’t
– Deb Rourke, Lexington
Sea of golden leaves
Shimmering in autumn dawn.
I dive in and swim.
– Deb Wachenheim. Arlington
We walk, run, bike, skate.
We’re so lucky to have it.
Minuteman Bikeway.
– Debby Pheasant. Arlington
Under leafy trees
Skateboards zoom past strolling Sikhs.
That is special, yes?
– Debby Pheasant. Arlington

Deborah to Margo

Small wobbly bikers
meandering left and right
they learn – we smile
– Deborah Savage
Air molecules are
swirling twirling in my wake
helpless to stop me
– Deborah Savage
Birds, chipmunks, squirrels
Greeting me along the trail
As I walk on by
– Devina Escamilla, Hanscom AFB
Bright, colorful leaves
Dancing lightly on the trail
Making it alive
– Devina Escamilla, Hanscom AFB
Peaceful nature walks
Absorbing the sun, the breeze
Leaving cares behind
– Devina Escamilla, Hanscom AFB
Seeking perfection,
We ignore this flawed Eden,
The beauty of now.
– Don Cohen, Lexington
The great bike path has,
lots of fun and love and sun.
I don’t want to leave.
– Duncan Maloney, Lexington, age 12, William Diamond Middle School

E

Midnight walk. Seeking.
Cats home sleeping next to Dad.
Listen…still no owl.
E.C.M., Cambridge
Glorious Dragon
Setting Sun’s Clouds Vanish in
Twilight’s Sliver Moon
– Elizabeth Rocco, Arlington
Riding alone yet
Joined by this river of black
We ride free – as one
– Ellen Finnie, Arlington
Golden shaft of sun
lights a lush tunnel for bikes
as green leaves blur by
– Ellen Vliet Cohen, Arlington
Mornings on the path
old friends share joys and sorrows
step by step through life
– Ellen Vliet Cohen, Arlington
You, your dog and I
watch swans on green pond guard young
with fierce love, like yours.
– Ellen Vliet Cohen, Arlington
Keep steady cadence.
Your body is the motor.
Shift as needed. Go!
– Ellen Schön, Newton
Roll along. Breathe in.
Scan ahead. Breathe out. Look up!
Enjoy beauty here.
– Ellen Schön, Newton
Time is speeding by.
Let’s try to catch it! This path
will show us the way.
– Ellen Schön, Newton
pedal, no pain yet
foot then sizzles as it sets
now, a benched eye drinks
– Em, Arlington
green dome, golden pools
feathered choir trills holy notes
what cathedral, this?
– Em, Arlington
Holding pen above paper
Waiting for a bird song
To move my hand
– Emile Tobenfeld, Arlington
Tranquility by the pond
Interrupted by
The ice cream truck
– Emile Tobenfeld, Arlington
Saturday morning’s
revolutionary ride
before soccer games
– Emily Kathan, Arlington
spandex-clad riders
with mischievous sunshine
calling “on your left”
– Emily Kathan, Arlington
Twilight lovers sit
In a spot they’ll remember
Grass hears their whispers
– Emily Randall, Arlington
“On your left” I yell
Frantic silver spinning spokes
Late for work again
– Emily Randall, Arlington
Two wheel commuting.
Round rubber rolls through stressors.
Healing and transport.
– Emily Thomas, Belmont
Cute unicycle
rider complimented my
sexy Cannondale
– Emily Thomas, Belmont
Snapping turtles. Not
befriending me. Looking for
local bread feeders.
– Emily Thomas, Belmont
Hear the angels’ trumpets!
The sky: the color of love;
bird’s sing. Wedded bliss.
– Emmanuela, Arlington, MA
People walk and roll
Nature stillness all around
Bikeway unites all
– Eric Baatz, Arlington
Path recedes ahead
My eyes, ears, and mind open
to serenity
– Eric Baatz, Arlington
Minuteman Bikeway
Winds from town to town to town
Open to us all
– Eric Baatz, Arlington

F

Nice day for a ride
I wrote no haiku today
Or maybe I did
– Fred Jodsworth Boak, Harwich

G

The swans have cygnets
Such a cozy family
Riding on mom’s back
– Gail E Goodearl, Arlington
I love the bike path
Riders, walkers, strollers too
People on the move.
– Gail E Goodearl, Arlington
Mulberry bushes
Drop ripe berries at my feet
Squish squish as I walk.
– Gail E Goodearl, Arlington
white flowering bush–
training wheels off, he zooms past
so much more to see
– Gayle Roby, Arlington
Minutemen fought here
Lives lost, people united,
A new world is born
– Gerry Frank, Lexington
Uphill, pedal hard
Return with ease to Bedford
Back again for more
– Gia Mc, Lexington Library
Have fun with your life
Ride your bikes, scooters, and all
Ride on the bike path
– Grace Fisher-Smith, Age 12, Diamond Middle School, Lexington
Play on the bike path!
In a second spin around
Earth takes a whole day
– Grace Solomonoff
The pond grows quiet
Twilight plays her violet flute
The moon is rising
– Grace Solomonoff
Dawn
The stars go back
inside the dew
– Grace Solomonoff
Where the trains once ran
We ride their remains. Listen!
The wind, their refrain.
– Gregory (age 9) and Rebecca Altman, Arlington
Fast bike zooming by
Left a breeze to cool my walk
Minuteman Bikeway
– Gwen Chasan, Arlington
I don’t want to walk
I said before I started
So breeze carried me
– Gwen Chasan, Arlington
Bright green leaves above
Shimmy in time to music
Of spinning bike wheels
– Gwen Chasan, Arlington

H

Once these were close woods.
We walked a track, bushwhacking
through leaves that spoke rain.
– Hal Ober, Arlington
Mourning dove engraves
bikeway morning with low coo
recalled in haiku.
– Hal Ober, Arlington
Keys lost. Retracing
my steps, hopeless. Sign on tree:
KEYS FOUND. Miracle!
– Hal Ober, Arlington
In any season,
Enjoy your ride, walk, or run.
Just because you can.
-Hannah Kieval, age 12 , William Diamond Middle School, Lexington
Walking with my mom
Talking and laughing with her
Enjoying nature
– Hannah, 10 years old, Stratton
Scraped knees, elbows, and
sweaty-faced, but I can ride
Strong wind in my face
– Harper Horwitz, Acton, age 10, Merriam Elementary School
I can fly, soar through
the air and nothing can stop
me now that I fly
– Harper Horwitz, Acton, age 10, Merriam Elementary School
Every morning I
get on my bike, start to ride
Let my mind wander
– Harper Horwitz, Acton, age 10, Merriam Elementary School
yep even in the
humidity sleet or ice
our commute is best
– Heather Barber, Arlington
alewife or bust she
says the trees remind us to
slow down. smell the path
– Heather Barber, Arlington
Speeding Nylon blurs
Slow down and smell the green air
STOP ! Four paws ahead
– Heather Bruce, Arlington

I

Not just for bikers
But for writers too – searching
For the perfect word.
– Irene Hannigan, Lexington
New friendships begin
Old ones are sustained and grow
With each gentle step
– Irene Hannigan, Lexington

J

Hope for bicycling:
Humbly gets us around town,
while saving our world
– Jack Johnson, Arlington
Focus on the ride
The sun’s shining on your face
Then you miss your turn
– Jacob Woolf, age 16, homeschool
On the minuteman
I sold some lemonade there
On the minuteman
– Jaden, age 9, Dallin
Quads aching
Powering uphill sweat
Delicious breeze
– Jan Graham, Watertown
Clouds threaten
Race to beat drizzle
Underpass umbrella
– Jan Graham, Watertown
Ringing bell
Left lane whooshes past
Gone from sight
– Jan Graham, Watertown
Where the trees make a
canopy of light and shade –
I remember you
– Jane B. , Arlington
Listen well and hear
The ghosts of trains rumbling by
packed with Spy Pond ice
– Janice Hayes-Cha, Arlington
Glaciers crept southward
Then melted into a pond
a mastadon’s grave.
– Janice Hayes-Cha, Arlington
Blocks of spy pond ice
Melting on trains and boats
India or bust!
– Janice Hayes-Cha, Arlington
I just realized
I’ve been pedaling uphill
Whoooo-eeee! Racing home.
– Janice Hayes-Cha
ride like no one is
watching as you traverse the
path leading you home
– Jeff Colman, Arlington
A bikeway for all
Sprint and Breathe, Warm Sun, Cool Breeze
Just Pedal Onward
– Jeremy Alliger, Jamaica Plain
Wait til eleven
Sparrow hotel in joyful song
Peace be with you
– Jerrie, Arlington
Sun-streaked feathered hair
Grit embedded in scabbed knees
Who needs bike helmets?
– Jessica Lucci, Waltham
Wingless eagles fly
Without feathers to ruffle
Bike paths are my sky
– Jessica Lucci, Waltham
Fly through grounded air
Pneumatic brakes clamp and squeeze
Make way for ducklings
– Jessica Lucci, Waltham
Honk, honk! On your left!
Panic, frozen; stop and start
Gosling crossing zone
– Jessica Lucci, Waltham
Before the asphalt,
before the rails, roots stretched
deep as centuries.
– Jessie Brown, Arlington
Daredevil dachshund,
your thunder shakes the marshes.
The regal swans yawn.
– Jessie Brown, Arlington
My son pedals, slows.
But how do the trees drink, when
we put pavement down?
– Jessie Brown, Arlington
That can I noticed,
in the reeds – adrift today
out past the white swans.
– Jessie Brown, Arlington
Black gloves, black wheelchair,
she sweeps by neon skaters
in a silent wind.
– Jessie Brown, Arlington
The Minuteman trail –
a way to walk and wonder,
savoring haiku.
– Jim Vellenga, Arlington
When I am up first
and let cat in, dog out, I
say hello to me.
– Joan Kovach, Cohasset
Hopeful young seedlings
Grow tall and strong towards the sky
Crooked arms sprout life.
– Jodi O’Rourke, Cambridge
Jes keep relaxin’,
The road keeps on unfurlin’ –
Squirrel tail quivers.
– Joe Cleetus, Arlington
Road knows where it ends,
You an’ me, we sweat an’ strain,
Weary of the bends.
– Joe Cleetus, Arlington
Canopy covers
A ramblin’ cruisin’ outing –
Dragonfly hovers.
– Joe Cleetus, Arlington
Clickety-clack… Screech!
Chains rattling with every bump.
Ghosts of yesteryear.
– Joe Curro, Arlington
Walking on a path
That was meant for bikes and skates
Look out behind you!
– Joe Lawlor, Arlington
Focus on heartbeat
Mind is a leaf on water
Oh no, “ON YOUR LEFT”
– John, Arlington
Autumn sunset cold:
Offended, wild turkeys strut
And shake their wattles.
– John Deal, Astoria Queens NYC
February snow
Hisses like the snakes who live
In TV static.
– John Deal, Astoria Queens NYC
Grey spring-storms arrive
And overstay their welcome.
You can go, droplets.
– John Deal, Astoria Queens NYC
Steps from a year ago
Heavy air, closer water
One of many gone
– John Lloyd, Arlington
Hello snapping turtle
In the middle of the path
Move you with a stick
– John Puffer, Nashua NH (visiting)
Simply Wonderful
Our Minuteman Bikeway Ride
We Should Do This More.
– Johnny Vaught, Bedford
Running a long line
Fields, trees, bridges are old friends
Turn, see them again
– Jon McIntyre, Arlington
Lots of people bike
They are all going somewhere
They bike all day long.
– Jonah and Noah, 9 years old, Hardy school
Watch the world go by
Seeing smiling faces
Feeling the wind blow
– Jonathan, Arlington
I live near the path
Love hearing the birds chirping
In the morning at 9 am
– Jonathan, Arlington
Peaceful and quiet place
See gorgeous views of Spy Pond
During all of the Seasons
– Jonathan, Arlington
Mud dots on your back
A giant puddle appears
Splash! as you ride through
– Joy Spadafora, Arlington
Wild turkey balanced
On the wooden rail so thin
Back and forth he walks
– Joy Spadafora, Arlington
Daredevil chipmunk
Darts halfway across the path
And nearly gets squished
– Joy Spadafora, Arlington
My darling puppy
noses my hand, licks my face,
please take me with you!
– Julia Harper, Arlington
He and I spinning
our feet pump in synchrony
a zen-like delight
– Julia Harper, Arlington
The smooth surface glides
I breathe the fullness of life
leaning in, spinning.
– Julia Harper, Arlington
The bliss of the bike
And the joy of the color
Yes, the sweet bike trail.
– Julie Leven, Arlington
Reading in motion …
Is it distracted biking?
Or a good idea?
– Julie Sussman, Arlington
“Heart’s Core”
Purple splash of spring
gives us true love lingering;
listen – hear life sing.
– Justine E. Hyland, Waltham, MA
“The Wave”
Gorgeous green nature,
you flash by, my sharp eyes see
joy and quickly glean.
– Justine E. Hyland, Waltham, MA

K

Something on my shoe
Every step I feel it stick
Spearmint saboteur
-Katherine, Allston
Alone on this path
Serenity surrounds me
Until “ON YOUR LEFT!”
-Katherine, Allston
Go out of your way
to find the crunchiest leaf
and please step on it
-Katherine, Allston
Walking hand in hand
Our silence is understood
Our love speaks loudly
-Katherine, Allston
sun sets on Spy Pond.
pink, orange, red, deep purple
paint the dark water
– Kathy Conway, Arlington
some days I just need
to be outside – no reason
so I walk the path
– Kathy Conway, Arlington
is that the playground?
I hear giggles, laughter, fun
sobs and crying, too
– Kathy Conway, Arlington
I feel a soft breeze
smell lilacs, as light opens path
know Spy Pond is nigh
– Kathy Conway, Arlington
walked path to/from
Alewife Station, Pleasant Street
ah, the Boys Club loo!
– Kathy Conway, Arlington
Feel the summer breeze
As you ride past many trees
Here comes a big geese
– Katie C. Lexington Library
Let your worries go
Upon the winds that cool you
Find your peace ahead
– Kelly, Arlington
Each step is a stitch
of thread in my life sampler
Sewn without a chart.
– Kim Salazar, Arlington

L

On your left! I shout
Unlike that couple ahead
I know etiquette.
– L. Horwitz, Acton
A smile reminds me
We’re all in this together
There is still hope yet
– Laura, Arlington
Do you remember
Standing up for what was right
It’s always worth it
– Laura, Arlington
Share the path with friends
Together in harmony
Enjoying nature
– Laura Hagopian, Arlington
Leaves turning colors
Red, orange, yellow and brown
Falling to the ground
– Laura Hagopian, Arlington
orange bicycle
a new story is crafted
to share every ride
– Laurel, Boston
The old railway tracks
Have given way, but here, now,
Energy Renewed
– Lauren D, Lexington Library
I slam on bike brakes
Phew, heart racing, that was close
Chickens cross safely
– Lauren Kopans, Arlington
Early morning air
Sleepy winter solitude
Biking in the dark
– Lauren Kopans, Arlington
Look left, now look right
Teens carry crew boat to pond
Working together
– Lauren Kopans, Arlington
Wind is in my face
and I feel like I can fly
time goes flying too
– Leah Savage Woolf, Age 13, Arlington, Carroll School (Lincoln)
Running town to town
Watching neighbors pass me by
Feeling home here now
– Liz Leahy Shirley, Arlington
beep beep. honk. hey you!
slow down, enjoy the ride ok?
we’re all welcome here.
– Liz Leahy Shirley, Arlington
Quiet forest path,
Sweat, steel, steam, coal, trains sail past,
Nature smiles, you bike.
– Lenny, Arlington
Muscles strain, edge near,
Pines, dogs, bikes blur, have no fear,
One more bend, I can
– Lenny, Arlington
Tire pops, it’s a flat,
Screech, halt, kneel, curse, shout, pause, breathe,
Sunlight warms, I smile
-Lenny, Arlington
Meditation morn
soothing a troubled soul – rains
open my parasol
– Lidia Kenig-Scher, Arlington
Twenty five years!
Happy Birthday Minuteman
2018
– Lisa Reynolds, Arlington
Solitary walk
Crickets hum their songs for me
Calling night is near
– Lorri, Arlington
Biking round and round
searching the ground for poems,
I spot my haiku!
– Lynn Rosenbaum, Arlington
Babies everywhere
Goslings, cygnets, and infants
Welcome to the world
– Lynn Rosenbaum, Arlington
A green canopy
springs to life creating shade
with dappled sunlight
– Lynn Rosenbaum, Arlington

M

Riding on this path
Feeling freedom through the spokes
My mind is at ease
– MRF, Lexington Library
A pathway through trees
Ten long unending miles
To bike with family
– Maddy, Lexington Library
My house by bike path
I used to sell lemonade
It was so much fun!
– Madelyn, age 8, Hardy Elementary
Coast, sprint or saunter
Every day it’s your choice
Minuteman bike path
– Marco
Pond laps bubbly lullabies.
Maple limb drifts.
Frog croaks protests to silence.
– Margery Hutter Silver, Newton
Bike wheels spin gravel.
Pedals crunch uphill.
Silent fawn drifts across path.
– Margery Hutter Silver, Newton
Crocuses plea for spring.
Cardinals circle
Dark raindrops attack snowdrifts.
– Margery Hutter Silver, Newton
Do you know the sound?
A swan’s wing cutting the air
over our great pond
– Margo Stark, Arlington

Mari to Zora

Surrounded by trees
Biking, walking, or jogging
On a sunny day
– Mari Woolf, age 13, Ottoson School
Along the bike path
Leaves fall in random patterns
Trodden mosaic
– Marie Paquet Nesson, Cambridge
Each step is tree lined
From somewhere to somewhere else
Bird flies overhead
– Marie Paquet Nesson, Cambridge
Freshly fallen leaves
Cart wheeling in fine free form
Oak leaves laugh out loud
– Marie Paquet Nesson, Cambridge
The bikeway dog park:
Dogs reminding me to play
As I walk to work.
– Mary Agnes Mullowney, Arlington
Once a Sachem’s path,
Then a train’s iron rail bed,
Now our feet and bikes.
– Mary Agnes Mullowney, Arlington
My friend without sight
had trouble on the bike way–
dog poop clogged his cane.
– Mary Agnes Mullowney, Arlington
One mitten on branch
Awaiting a reunion
Love humanity!
-Maura Mahoney. Hingham, MA
Bird tweet and bike beep
A baby in stroller sleeps
Ant beneath my feet
-Maura Mahoney, Hingham, MA
Sunny path pavement
Shadows of branches dancing
Immersed in beauty
-Maura Mahoney, Hingham, MA
Robin and Rabbit –
a morning hopping contest:
Watching, I win joy.
– Meg Winikates, Arlington
Lunch walk, seeking shade,
Mass Ave a muted murmur –
Spy Pond glints a promise.
– Meg Winikates, Arlington
Wind and wheels whistle –
In them my ears catch echoes:
The trains roll again.
– Meg Winikates, Arlington
Sleeping baby walk
Sweet lilac scent in the air
Beautiful pond view
– Melissa N, Arlington
equal in nature,
different kinds of people
pass on this shared path
– Melissa Silva, Arlington
Sweetgum, Sassafras,
Sycamore, Purple Lovegrass
root beneath this path
– Melissa Silva, Arlington
sun-shade dappled path –
wetland birds, woodland birds sing
world into being
– Melissa Silva, Arlington
A soft summer breeze
tickles my nose and whiskers.
I love walks with mom!
– Melody Abedinejad, Arlington
I walk through the path
See the four legged creature
Its tail is wagging
– Mia, age 10, Peirce Elementary
Lexington Railroad
soft echo of train whistles
floating across time
– Michael Bowman, Arlington
Lettuce Farm Workers
Waiting at Lake Street Station
Dreaming of Boston
– Michael Bowman, Arlington
most summer weekends
lovers walking hand in hand
risk their lives right here
– Michael Bowman, Arlington
Walking with my dog
The sunrise peeks through the trees
Shining on our trail
– Michael Pulizzi, Bedford
Walking on the trail
Greeting this beautiful day
My dog by my side
– Michael Pulizzi, Bedford
Cyclists go past us
As we slowly make our way
Down this lovely trail
– Michael Pulizzi, Bedford
Once I drove a bus
Dreaming of life on a leafy path
Two wheels in open air
– Midge Hamilton, for Ralph (30 years with the MBTA), Marlborough
40 miles ahead
Of chance I may find old friends,
New hopes & good times
– Miriam Phipps, Concord
Each step or pedal
A new moment in time
Then too left behind
– Miriam Phipps, Concord
Sun-burnt, mud-splattered,
rain-Soaked, heat-stroked, iced-over, wind-chilled,
Snow-covered and leafed-out
– Miriam Phipps, Concord
Pencil in my hand
My Brain Straining for Haiku
Alas, they’re not there
– Mitch S., Arlington
Strollers Fill Bikeway
Young Ones Watching The Way
Soon To Be Bikers
– Mitch S., Arlington
bikeway. steady path
a journey to the future
at least to Bedford
– Molly Froelich, Somerville
a stroll on the path
pure poetry in motion
words come as I walk
– Molly Froelich, Somerville
slither, glide, sashay
black asphalt, green canopy
this Bikeway moves you
– Molly Froelich, Somerville
A revolution
Cycling onward together
History our guide
-The Moss-Walborsky Family, Bedford

N

Waves of purple pinks
saturate the bike path sky
Shoot! No camera!
– Nancy Ann White, Arlington
Walking Minuteman
talking, texting, stumble right
through poison ivy.
– Nancy Ann White, Arlington
Stop. Look and listen.
Passing on left, steps on right
Spy Pond is calling.
– Nancy Ann White, Arlington
Hearing the swish of
Moving air, you leap aside
And the bikes stream by.
– Nancy Brigham
Cycles to Cambridge
Number one son works off
Drive to Nashua
– Nancy Gray, Arlington
Minuteman bikepath
Rainy, sunny still awesome
My home sweet, sweet home
– Naomi M, Lexington Library
Green leaf sun
Thin tires on smooth asphalt
Day flies away
– Nate Beyer, Arlington, MA
10 miles of wonder
Used to run and sprint and bike
For 25 years
– Nate Voss, Age 12, Diamond Middle School, Lexington, MA
Running, biking ’round
A wonderful break I’ve found
From reality
– Nate Voss, Age 12, Diamond Middle School, Lexington, MA
May the things that leave
drop seeds to heal the wreckage.
Growth will mark the time.
– Nicola Alexander, Wrentham
Wildflowers on the
path remind me that time will
grow patience and love.
– Nicola Alexander, Wrentham
The soil is deep brown.
I dig my hands into it
just like the last spring.
– Nicola Alexander, Wrentham
Sun sparkles on leaves
Memories of many walks
Eternal nature…
– Nicole, Lexington Library
silence between songs
I hear the pounding of feet
I know I’m running
– Noelle, Arlington

O

Bob, do you miss me
At all since you made it clear,
We were only friends.
– Old friend who shares this path
a child in full sail
steering mom to the ice cream
please please please please please
– Olga, Waltham
The birds are chirping,
singing, I like this feeling
The forest listens
– Oya & Ayce, Lexington Library

P

Glasses and cat ears
I scoot down the pathway
It’s so very fun!
Paige, age 9, Arlington
My wheels under me,
Pond whizzing by gleaming light –
Again and again.
– Pamela Powell
Bunnies and chippies
Get outta the way and fast
When bikers come by
– Paul Beninger, Arlington
Old man with walker
Inspiration in his step
I must ride more now
– Paul Fox, Arlington
This feels like hard work
until we exit and turn
toward Park Circle
– Paul Fox, Arlington
Why the Minuteman?
Bike, Skate, Run, Walk, Stroll or Ski.
Fun for all seasons.
– Pavlik Mintz, Lexington
I love to do art
It makes me feel so happy
It is fun to do
Penny, age 7, Arlington
Sixteen thirty-five
A village is settled here
Called Menotomy.
– Peter McLoughlin, Arlington
Samuel Wilson
Born a few feet from this path,
The first “Uncle Sam”.
– Peter McLoughlin, Arlington
For twenty-five years
We ride and walk, think and talk
This present moment.
– Peter McLoughlin, Arlington
Just go A to B!
But see people, dogs; sun, snow…
The bike path shows more
– Puneet

R

Commuters ride fast
but some of us are walking.
Can we share the road?
Rachel Hyde, Arlington
Bike paths are lovely.
Still, I confess that sometimes
I do miss the trains.
Rachel Hyde, Arlington
Concrete jungle split
Joy for the community
Jewel in the town’s crown
– Rajeev Soneja
A fun place to be
Good for exercise outside
Walking in nature
– Rebecca, Lexington Library
SEASONS
Crunched leaves, blanket snow,
floral blooms, and lush green grass,
seasons of the path.
– Renuka Ragahvan, Newton
WHAT’S REMEMBERED
Knee scrapes and scratched hands,
tears abound before trying
again, all is keen.
– Renuka Ragahvan, Newton
THE PUSH
One leaf holding on
like a child saying, “Don’t let
go, Mother Autumn.”
– Renuka Ragahvan, Newton
Walk, bike, run, or fly
The question remains the same:
Where might you be going?
– Robby Williamson
On the path today
Everyone appears to be
Interconnected
– Robby Williamson
Are you still seeking?
This is the asphalt speaking:
Keep up the good work!
– Robby Williamson
Rain splashes the path,
puddles spread between red bricks.
The sunflowers drink.
– Robin Richstone, Ann Arbor, MI
Late in the autumn
leaves are fallen and I see
further down the path.
– Robin Richstone, Ann Arbor, MI
White snow, black branches,
bluejays and red cardinals
ornament the trees.
– Robin Richstone, Ann Arbor, MI
Green trees spring, sun gold
red fox, blue jay, black squirrel
I fly by, singing
– Rose Udics, Arlington
Snow hushes the path
bare trees stand as sentinels
the mind turns to calm
– Rose Udics, Arlington
Cycles of life turn
birth to death to birth again
I am riding home
– Rose Udics, Arlington
On the bike path-see
dappled light, trees, kids and pond
opening to life.
– Rosemarie Smurzynski Arlington
I am a small dog
I like to run and love when
I run off the path
– Ruby Savage-Woolf (Cockapoo, age 3)
Delicious beetles
Dirt, mud, muffin wrappers.
Bikepath dog buffet!
– Ruby the dawg, Arlington
“On your left!” I shout
But what is the point of it
Jogger with earbuds
– Ryan K., Arlington
Bystanders protect
The large slow snapping turtle
That crosses the path
– Ryan K, Arlington

S

Bikes whiz past me. Whoosh!
Ducks quack in fron of me “Quack!”
Then the nothingness
– S.C., Lexington Library
EVENING RETURN HOME
The red tail circles
His dinner skirts the bikers
Riding home to theirs.
S.D. Chapnick, Arlington
Dragonfly with wings
of gossamer & magic.
Summertime delight.
– Sally Bermudes, Cambridge
Lady dragonfly,
responding to gentle words,
sits upon my hand.
– Sally Bermudes, Cambridge
Crickets sing duets
Shadows long on bikeway path
Moonlit summer night
– Sally Bermudes, Cambridge
Four little birds sit
upon branches high & green.
resting time mid-morn.
– Sally Bermudes, Cambridge
Animals scatter –
Mama skunk with two babies
waddle through the yard.
– Sally Bermudes, Cambridge
When I’m biking I’m
A Cheetah pink with blue spots
My super power’s strength
– Sanika, age 7, Cambridge
I run, shaded by
A canopy of green leaves.
Listen to my steps.
– Sara
“On your left,” ring ring
Swoosh, bike zooms by, now I hear
Raindrops and bird songs
– Sarah H, Arlington
Rabbits dogs squirrels
Crickets coyotes birds and
people share the path
– Sarah P, Arlington
Pedal all day long
Enjoy the minuteman trail
You will be happy!! 🙂
– Sarah Henry, Bedford MA
Pedal in the shade
Bike on the minuteman trail
Memories won’t fade
– Sarah Henry, Bedford, MA
You laugh and smile
You feel good about yourself
Do one more mile!
– Sarah Henry, Bedford, MA
dark and stumbling
feet soaked by hidden puddles
wish there were street lights
– Sarah Singer, Arlington
wheel, tubes, chain, paint: bike.
acceleration, assent:
mine and mine alone!
– Scott Dyer, Bedford
Soft breeze on my cheeks
Shadows flicker all around
Catch bikeway magic
– Senior Citizen, Lexington Library
The bikeway promise
Far from farting vehicles
Transit at its best
– Senior Citizen, Lexington Library
here my children learned
to step, to pedal, to skate
and appreciate
– Seth Maislin, Arlington MA
Helmets, bells, bumpers,
Leashes, lamps, and elbow pads.
No, not a death trap.
– Seth Maislin, Arlington MA
Ride along and sing
a song of bunnies and squirrels.
Birds will harmonize.
– Sharon G, Arlington
His nose to the ground,
my hound in eternal now.
Wisdom wags its tail.
– Sharon Heermance Arlington
Rustling high above
silky sound of autumn leaves
golden, maroon, green
– Sharon Heermance Arlington
A squirrel scurries,
mouth puffed with leaves, up a tree
to build her best nest.
– Sharon Heermance, Arlington
Steel wheels, iron rails
Engines belching smoke and steam
Now, bikes, feet, and paws
– Stephen Reynolds
(FOR THE BEGINNING OF THE BIKEWAY)
Welcome these haikus
On our beloved bikeway.
Let’s call them “baikus.”
– Steve Baggish, Arlington
(FOR THE MIDPOINT OF THE BIKEWAY)
The exact midpoint.
It is time for pondering:
Heading in or out?
– Steve Baggish, Arlington
(FOR THE END OF THE BIKEWAY)
This is not the end,
But a bridge to something new.
Journey ever on!
– Steve Baggish, Arlington
The trains are long gone
But wait – the track’s still alive
New dreams travel here
– Steve Magoun, Arlington
Walk, bike, run, stand, sit
Ribbon of trees, birds, pond, friends
What more could we want?
– Steve Magoun, Arlington
Our path brings us close
To home, to work, to our joys
Even in winter
– Steve Magoun, Arlington
Ghost white Schwinn basket
Flower arcs from red blood soil
Green seeds sprout two more
– Steve Mahler, Arlington
Pedaling so fast!
Lightly a leaf blows past me
Clouds move quicker still
– Steve Mahler, Arlington
Churning peloton
So long and tight as boxcars
Cogs whir no smoke rises
– Steve Mahler, Arlington
We start from our home
The ice cream is our carrot
We pedal non-stop.
– Strauss-Peukert Family. Arlington
On our bikes we go
Nature helps us be here now
Our selves, part of it.
– Strauss-Peukert Family, Arlington
No fuel, just air
We care for our planet
As we choose to bike
– Strauss-Peukert Family, Arlington
Many a bike rides
Peddling the Minuteman
This journeys a gift
– Susan Ackerman, Bedford
Alone with many thoughts
Take in all the elements
May this path grant peace
– Susan Ackerman, Bedford
My bike has a light
Now I can fly through the night
Not a care in sight
– Suzanne

T

Years upon the path
I look at close-by houses
I feel I know you
– T.Z.H., Arlington
You bike by so fast
I walk with older bones now
Thank you for slowing
– T.Z.H., Arlington
Walk through green tunnel
Autumn’s foretaste in the air
Soon these leaves will blaze
– Thomas DeFreitas, Arlington
On your left he shouts
With athletic friendliness
I step to my right
– Thomas DeFreitas, Arlington
Minuteman Bike Path
Will it stay white forever
Winter of ’15
– Thomas DeFreitas, Arlington
The Wind In My Hair
My Forward Path Narrows
Ends Become Beginnings
– Thomas Kenny, Bedford
They don’t understand
how great it is to be one
with my bicycle
– Tim Woolf
Ride, run, stroll the route
From Arlington to Bedford.
Span three hundred years.
– Tina Miller, Bedford
Trees, shedding your leaves,
Teach me how to bear each loss
With patience, trust, grace.
– Tracy Marks, Arlington
The rustling trees,
A breeze scattering their leaves.
Stop. Look. Listen. Breathe.
– Tracy Marks, Arlington
Eyes blinded by glare,
I stroll toward a dazzling sun.
Light sparkles on leaves.
– Tracy Marks, Arlington
The trail is a line
You follow for your reason
Why is the answer
– Trevor Maloof, Arlington
Best to see the trail
Greet your friend and foe alike
Share the space and smile
– Trevor Maloof, Arlington
When green finds you wait
Then greet the wind with a song
sing day or sweet night
– Trevor Maloof, Arlington

U

Crossing Spy Pond on
Elizabeth Island trip
Bitten by green fly
– Uri Guttman, Arlington

W

Legends pedal trails
history made instantly
on Cambridge old streets.
– Wayne Grant, Boston
So many people
Going so many places
Each in their own way
– William Bailey

X

Bike whizzing down the bikepath
is soon outdistanced
by the pushed baby carriage.
– X. J. Kennedy, Lexington
Makeup mirror on lake floor
that somebody must
have dropped turns its back on fish.
– X. J. Kennedy, Lexington

Y

Peaceful and active
Secluded but connecting
Our long treasured path
– Yi

Z

The dogs are cheerful
They bark and they lick my face
Then I wash my face
– Zach, age 7, Peirce elementary
In the green valley,
roses flourishing but
the mountain is cold.
– Zora Shay Flint-Somerville, age 8, Arlington MA
Fayerweather Street School
Petals are falling
it is fall now,and that means
beautiful places.
– Zora Shay Flint-Somerville, age 8, Arlington Fayerweather Street School

Thanks to our supporters

PATHWAYS is supported by grants from the Arlington Cultural Council, a local agency, the Massachusetts Cultural Council, a state agency, and the National Park Service. Additional support generously provided by donations from individual supporters of the arts and the Town of Arlington.