Four Cedars Farms

To all those who find themselves, like me, in transition – a poem:

From the outskirts of the town,
Where of old the mile-stone stood,
Now a stranger, looking down,
I behold the shadowy crown
Of the dark and haunted wood.

Is it changed, or am I changed?
Ah, the oaks are fresh and green,

But the friends with whom I ranged
Through their thickets are estranged
By the years that intervene.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Longfellow wrote these lines upon returning to his hometown at the age of fifty.