HOPKINTON â âEmpty hoses twist and turn, valves frozen, metal rusted, as earth grows where man triedâ¦.â At only 26 years old, Katrina Thornley has an old soul; a combination of Frost-like rhythm and Thoreauâs intuition. âIâve been writing since second grade but until about five years ago I actually hated poetry,â she recently said. It wasnât until big plans were being made to construct office buildings at the serene location of Browning Mill Pond that Thornley began venturing to the quiet shore there and putting her feelings regarding man versus nature on paper. The pond has been a big part of Thornleyâs life. She used to walk there to do her homework, to meet up with her boyfriend, to obtain the tranquility that is becoming more difficult to find.Â