PEA pods cling to stems.
Neponset, the village,
Clings to the Burlington railway main line.
Terrible midnight limiteds roar through
Hauling sleepers to the Rockies and Sierras.
The earth is slightly shaken
And Neponset trembles slightly in its sleep.
sorry but i really dont get it
This poem rocks!! I think it is about how groups that stay together will sway in bad times but never die out! Peace yall!