02-20-2013, 10:45 PM
Just as a small foreward, this is actually from a novel I'm writing, and only the first of a series of parts to the poem, but I haven't finished writing those yet. It's a poem with a fair number of more...cryptic references to aspects of the town in which I live, so I don't necessarily intend for people who aren't from here to understand exactly what I'm referring to.
Hometown: Part I
In my hometown, the waves only go one way.
They course in a steady throng down the water,
They tussle for space in their narrow bed,
They give out blue perfumes that dizzy your head.
In my hometown, the river always goes its own way.
In my hometown, the hills grow with silver.
Green steel leaves poke their heads through hard earth
And grow and grow up 'til they shine the sun's gold.
Nothing can be bought with that gold--nothing sold.
In my hometown, the hills are rich in gold and silver.
In my hometown, the grass does not grow eternal green.
Instead it grows another green, ripening in sun
Until it dries and sways in golden pools.
The green it grows is both of wisemen and fools.
In my hometown, the grass only grows precious green.
Hometown: Part I
In my hometown, the waves only go one way.
They course in a steady throng down the water,
They tussle for space in their narrow bed,
They give out blue perfumes that dizzy your head.
In my hometown, the river always goes its own way.
In my hometown, the hills grow with silver.
Green steel leaves poke their heads through hard earth
And grow and grow up 'til they shine the sun's gold.
Nothing can be bought with that gold--nothing sold.
In my hometown, the hills are rich in gold and silver.
In my hometown, the grass does not grow eternal green.
Instead it grows another green, ripening in sun
Until it dries and sways in golden pools.
The green it grows is both of wisemen and fools.
In my hometown, the grass only grows precious green.
