Stopping by Langley on an Autumn Day

Whose woods these are I think I know.
The sign says “U.S. Government,”
(Both Central and Intelligent)

“NO TRESPASSING”. But I must go…

I hope no watcher thinks it strange
To see me pause in spy-glass range
To watch these woods fill up with leaves

Behind which, covertly, who weaves

What woeful webs? My little car
Starts with a jerk. I can’t go far
Enough from here, to where the woods
Do not conceal our neighbor hoods,

Where we make promises we keep
And at day’s end serenely sleep,
Miles from these men who cannot sleep.

*Wooded home of the CIA.