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The Butler Pennsylvania Poems
Court House
One autumn morning
I saw the Court House
was up before dawn,
with her forehead turned east
toward the hill
and the sky beyond,
waiting for the sun
to raise her brow
above the ridge
and come tripping over
on silent feet
to clothe her
in the golden sheath
she wears for sunrise.
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Court House
One autumn morning
I saw the Court House
was up before dawn,
with her forehead turned east
toward the hill
and the sky beyond,
waiting for the sun
to raise her brow
above the ridge
and come tripping over
on silent feet
to clothe her
in the golden sheath
she wears for sunrise.
Next Home
Comment