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    Butler Pennsylvania III


    One autumn morning
    I saw
    the Court House
    was up before dawn
    with forehead
    turned toward the hill
    and the sky beyond
    waiting for the sun
    to come
    and clothe her
    in the golden robe
    she wore
    for sunrise.


    from:The Butler Pennsylvania Poems
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  • #2
    Nice poem and picture

    But I'm just curious. What made you post it on pr.com?

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    • #3
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      I just thought Puerto Ricans might like to compare small towns here and there. My subject title might better have read:
      Small Town, Puerto Rico/U.S.A
      Greetings,
      Charles

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      • #4
        Tree


        Butler Pennsylvania XLIV

        They reported that
        the stately old tree
        had fallen,
        dating back to 1750,
        that it had split
        six to eight years ago
        and that
        metal rods were used
        to hold up its arms.

        But now strong winds
        coming down over the hill
        have taken
        our oldest living
        member.



        from:The Butler Pennsylvania Poems
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        • #5
          Charles

          I visited your site. I didn't realize it was your own work. It's beautiful. Thank you for coming in and sharing it with us.

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          • #6
            Hospital


            Butler Pennsylvania XXXI

            How many mothers
            walked down
            the sandstone steps
            from our hospital
            overlooking town
            with babies in their arms
            singing
            silent songs of joy
            for what they held
            for the sun to see
            and all of us unseen
            who welcomed
            their replenishing--
            for not far from there,
            were it not for trees,
            a black thread of cars
            could be seen
            inching up the hill
            for our quiet field
            with its gray
            weathering stones.


            from: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems

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            • #7
              Face


              Butler Pennsylvania XLV

              Didn't I see you
              once
              in a picture
              by van der Goes
              with folded hands
              kneeling
              before an infant?
              Now you are bent
              looking
              with that same intensity
              at silver spoons
              at a flea market
              on the edge of town,
              while under the stand
              an electric stove
              scatters warmth
              at our November cold.

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              • #8
                Butler Woman

                Butler Pennsylvania 47

                Normandy

                She was standing
                on the porch
                that day in June
                watching her youngest
                coming up the steps
                and across the lawn
                when it happened
                on the sand
                where her oldest
                lay now
                clawing his fingers
                deep into the beach
                at Omaha
                and thought of her
                last.


                from: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems

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