The Neponset River was a widest river in your life.
No one knew its source.
None of us asked about its headwaters.
They weren’t located on the South Shore.
May that river run deep forever
Quentin Sprague
This poet hails from Maine. I spent my earliest years on Falmouth Foresides across the harbor from Portland. Quinton presently resides on Peakes Island farther out in Casco Bay. In his fishing years he regularly commuted from Maine to New Bedford. He probably crossed the twenty-nine mile long Neponset on I-95 south of Boston. Never knowing the source of the river. I thought it was the Great Cedar swamp in Walpole. Wrong. Its headwaters have been drowned by a reservoir in Foxborough in the 19th Century. Another mysytery of its waters,


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