Posted in poem, time, uncategorized, tagged all truly told, ‘50-‘57, dingy green, earthly life, Eternity is the real stage, Life is, Ohio, school, side-stage room, Somerset, stage out there, Tall small cold, the stage out there on May 23, 2009| Leave a Comment »
– eab, 1/05
[2] Eternity is the real stage, not earthly life.
Posted in poem, spring, the home, time, tagged ancient stepping-stones, brick plant, caps the hill, church bell tones, General Phil, homes of Civil War, joining of the merchant's hands, little hamlet, maple-shaded streets, miles and years their distance prove, Ohio, parting of the farmer's lands, peculiar day, Phil Sheridan, pleasant scenes, school in May, school place old, Somerset, steed in mold, village square, worn street bricks on March 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
The little hamlet caps the hill
And drips into the vales below.
The parting of the farmer’s lands,
The joining of the merchant’s hands,
And down the track a mile or so
The brick plant stands.
The homes of Civil War stand, still,
Along the maple-shaded streets.
The village square is seen to hold,
The General Phil and steed in mold,
Then east on the hill brow one meets
The school place, old.
The worn street bricks, years from the mill,
Blend with the ancient stepping-stones.
Now south a bit, the land is cut,
With rails and timbers, one big rut;
And add to this the church bell tones,
As steeples jut.
These pleasant scenes my mind did fill
(Though miles and years their distance prove)
On living a peculiar day,
Much like those spent in school in May,
In blest Ohio, state I love,
And village, away. [1] – eab, 3/27/69
[1] Remembering my home town, Somerset, Ohio where I attended school from fall of ‘50 to the spring of ‘57. Home of Phil Sheridan.
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