Keeping up with past and present happenings in a remarkable small town.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Main Street Clock
... It was in our very center
in those days
when uptown was where
all our paths crossed.
From: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems
in those days
when uptown was where
all our paths crossed.
From: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Butler Woman ~
She would come every day
to visit her son, thirty-seven now,
who had been sent
to the County Prison
for murder.
I am only doing
what a mother does, she said.
At night she would dream
she had seen him
coming home from school
with books under his arm,
smiling, waving to her
standing at her kitchen window,
waiting.from: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems
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