Yellow SpringsA Poem by Tate MorganYou might just see children playing Hide and Seek throughout the street Where "all yee all yee in come free" sings of a melody so sweet
In a hollow off the main road sits a village that time forgot Where things flow, a little slow and peace of mind need not be bought The main street beckons all to see how life ebbed and flowed in the past Where smiles abound, the happy sound of a life not metered nor fast
There you'll find the town Silversmith making jewelry in a forge The coffeehouse, echos of Strauss a trodden path out to the gorge
It is home to the Glen Helen part of a thousand acre woods Steering the helm, coin of the realm are the fruits of the craftsman's goods
There by the Antioch College we spent a good deal of our youth Climbing the trees, skinning our knees among beauty we knew as truth You might just see children playing Hide and Seek throughout the street Where "all yee all yee in come free" sings of a melody so sweet
So should you find that your bones ache from the pains of life you endure Take a stroll, over the knoll to the little town with the cure
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Added on December 29, 2014Last Updated on July 15, 2020 AuthorTate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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