The Butler Pennsylvania Poems




Butler Aubade


One spring morning
Our eager sun burst in on us
And came bounding down
The full length of Pearl Street,
But suddenly pulled up short
Behind three young birch trees,
Quivering—
Then passed through, gently,
In tinkling fragments of green.
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