Gently Lay Your Stone Hammer Down…


Gently lay your stone hammer down
And walk the gorse and hickories,
Over scratched moraines.

Tuck down on Babson’s Sunset Rock,
Westward the sun settles
Returning shadows.

Feel the light of new horizons.
Hither and there, pounded words,
A Scatter of blunted chisels.

Up from the quarry floor
A new tool boy climb ups
His ladder to the blacksmith shop.

Gently lay your stone hammer down.



In the world of quarrying there were no romantic sunsets

Once a quarry was deeply opened, the romance of sitting on a large granite bolder to watch sunset was lost, at least until the quarry closed and vegetation and landscape familiar to us returned. This 1909 image is a view of what is now known and enjoyed as ┬áHalibut Point State Park. While quarried it was called ‘Babson Quarry.’ Unique for its location directly adjacent to the Atlantic, the quarry produced large courses of granite which were transported by train down to Folly Cove Pier.