|At the top of Gunningsville Boulevard looking toward Riverview, NB|
Bliss Carman (1861-1929)
There is something in the Autumn that is native to my blood,
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
|At the top of Gunningsville Boulevard looking toward storm clouds gathering over Moncton|
|Light standards and trees on the boulevard|