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God Bless My Home Town

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Elizabeth Santos
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0 posted 04-21-2000 10:13 AM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

God Bless My Home Town

Native Americans held this land
Which men with deeds took from their hand
They built a town with steeples tall
Along the river near the fall

Grand ideas were soon to gorge
The river banks with iron forge
The iron forge then turned to steel
The little town turned dreams to real

Prosperity was easy won
Til boys marched with M-16 gun
The perfect dreams would have to wait
In town that built the Golden Gate

The day they shut the steel mill down
A cloud of gray hung oíer the town
The union men were sore annoyed
And lined up with the unemployed

Easy jobs were hard to find
The easy life was left behind
But life goes on and man survives
And government now runs their lives

The cars they have and havenít got
Fill up the Walmart parking lot
A highway now bypasses town
Paved over Indian burial ground

Drugs became the teenage rage
And murders fill the news front page
But feel-good people have embarked
On missions for a scenic park

It runs along the edge of town
Right past the Indian burial ground
On riverís bank it skirts the ridge
And coal railroads with over-bridge

It passes empty steel plant lot
And pie factory thatís been forgot
Our forefathers would be amazed
The historic builings we have razed

Men of labor neíer said canít
And built a nuclear power plant
The Lene Lenape spiritís eye
Looks weary at the chemical sky

And God in heaven glances down
I beg Him please bless my home town

Elziabeth Santos

© Copyright 2000 Elizabeth Santos - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 04-21-2000 10:23 AM       View Profile for suthern   Email suthern   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for suthern

Change is inevitable... but not all change is for the good. *S* Your poem is lovely.
Seymour Tabin
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2 posted 04-21-2000 11:24 AM       View Profile for Seymour Tabin   Email Seymour Tabin   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Seymour Tabin

Elizabeth,
There seems to be more then one poem here,
but they are both wonderful Love Sy
Pepper
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Excellent writing, Liz .....
Meadowmuse
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I love how this piece poignantly addresses tragedy, irony, progress, respect, disrespect, growth, change, forgotten forebearers (and more)...Liz, you certainly know how to handle a subject with graceful magnitude. Thank you.  

(you know, I kept thinking of John Prine's "Paradise" while reading this, which is a hometown near my own.)

~ Claire
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5 posted 04-27-2000 02:58 PM       View Profile for ESP   Email ESP   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for ESP

Liz,

You paint a melancholy picture with your words...the hope in the beginning and then the downhill trend. I too pray that God blesses your hometown and allows it to fulfill the potential you express in this poem. Lovely poem.

Love and hugs,
Lizzie

PS I think this is my 1000th post!! Gee, seems like yesterday I found this haven...how time flies when pleasure is found! I love all of you in Passions!!


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6 posted 05-26-2000 07:46 PM       View Profile for lucky   Email lucky   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for lucky

Well Liz,

There's just some thing's that go together and this is one is one that goes with the other so...

Much Prayers & Love, Dale

 If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)
 
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