city of such history it's for you i'll always long the river where i was born it calls to me, the carillon here, careening in between so many years i've never seen this is where i will always belong somehow i remember when the river rose and swallowed the streets and the valley homes whole i recall two brothers with eyes on the sky one turned to the other and asked "why not fly?" i remember the others, how they couldn't see within brown skin, the poetry there is never anything that one cannot surpass not one question goes unanswered if honestly asked not here in the city on the river of light this, the city raised in flawless flight the city where the son of slaves can share the gift of deeper sight this, our city of the impossible task the carillon is on the horizon counting down the hours from beneath it, in the distance see the rising of the towers this along the river the river where i was born this along the river that surrenders to the storm this along the river over which the sun first rose Dawn offered to the poet everything she knows this along the river where the brothers both would ride with the dreams of all the artists soaring at their sides this along the river that had burst beyond the banks when the days became darker and the skies had gone blank to reach behind the boundaries to claim nature's precious dream despite the other worlds she would unravel at the seams although the spirit of my city it cannot be contained in anything that's proven to bring her wealth or fame her riches lie in rock and ruin not hardly found today on earth from back when the native peoples held the truth of The Great Miami's worth nurturing them again and again through hardship and disaster they lived and thrived at the river's side and their village lived on after and a thousand years forward when all the children gather around to see the city on the river it instills within them the same brave dreams proving again that there's nothing that one cannot rise above when set free into the valley of the brightest shining love city of such history it's for you i'll always long the river where i was born it calls to me, the carillon here, careening in between so many years i've never seen this is where i will always belong
this is for my hometown, dayton, ohio, the wright brothers, paul laurence dunbar, and the memory of those lost in the 1913 flood. "the river where i was born" is the great miami, because i was born in the hospital on the river, where the lake erie navy rowed the sick and injured during the 1913 flood. it's now closed, so underneath it all, it's in memory of that institution as well. Sunwatch Village is what i'm talking about when i'm talking about the natives a thousand years ago, and the carillon is the carillon bells, also on the river. god, i love that river...
I love ur feeling in this poem, the way u write, expresses every interest provoked detail to yet more detail, example is: "this along the river the river where i was born this along the river that surrenders to the storm this along the river over which the sun first rose" -used from text I like ur descriptions and overall feeling in this poem, nice work, keep it up, nice tribute to ur town. This is the part of the piece that caught my eye the most, thought provoking, deep, and well written. peace
