I watch the snowflake fall,
atop my company truck's hood,
and wonder if you,
are watching snowflakes too.
I run a traverse through the woods,
to where you established the POB.
There's a meadow and pond,
but all that waiting there is
Just a surveyor Christmas tree,
looking sorta sad and lonely just like me.
No one seems to care,
They just went away and left it witnessing there,
All alone on Christmas Eve.
I hear the robot chimes,
(beep beep beep)
The data collector confirming,
The shot has been taken and successfully stored.
I sadly close my eyes,
and say a little prayer,
you'll be waiting there for me.
I look but all I see is
Just a surveyor Christmas tree,
looking sorta sad and lonely just like me.
No one seems to care,
They just went away and left it witnessing there,
All alone on Christmas Eve.
This is the season of gloves,
But I'm as cold as I can be,
Why did you have to leave me.
My little horse must think it [potty mouth]?ÿ
jeesh
Just saying Clark, "The little lights don't twinkle".
Merry Christmas Vacation.
Paul in PA
BTW, Robert Frost was referencing a very common surveying fact in Colonial America. Some deeds can still be found, for a Village Lot, with rights attached to put your livestock in the town common pasture, with a farm and/or pasture lot out of town and a wood lot even farther away. Very often the pasture lot had attached access via a cattleway to a stream and the woods lot was accessed via a limited use woods road which was not a public traveled way. Also see Frost's "Mending Wall" for another survey feature.
Mending Wall
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TTT 🎄
Aloha!
Nice speakers there! Merry Christmas