Charles Butterfield

poet and book author


Through the underbrush and ferns to my left and right, I see the granite ghosts ox-drawn and levered into place to mark the right-of-way of one of the oldest roads laid out in the small town of Antrim in south central New Hampshire. On this overgrown trail, scarred once with deep wheel ruts, I stumble past the site of the old Parmenter cabin. Where I go, alone and loaded with camping gear, the Parmenter children watched sleds pass by bearing logs to Samuel Gregg’s sawmill and carts carrying grain to be ground. 


from Seeking Parmenter (Hobblebush Books)