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Poetry and the Post-Post-Season

Posted By Karen Hallowell, Friday, November 6, 2009
Updated: Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Suddenly, in response to a brash ode by the victorious, the lens began to widen. We were able to see that there really is a whole big world out there, waiting to be extolled. (Click here for the full array of hometown verse on the alumni website.)
 
From: Evan M., Monday, November 02, 2009
Subject: YANKEES
 
new york's the greatest city in the land
please understand
from ella fitzgerald, miles davis, public enemy and run dmc
to mos def, biggie, nas, alicia keys, and jay-z
in comparison to NY all the rest are just lazy
to think you'll beat the yankees means you must be crazy
NY creates magic and what really does amaze me
we need 27 fingers to accommodate the success
i don't even need to rhyme because we're already better than the rest
 
From: Pamela M., Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Subject:
 
I come from Lititz
From whence come two hits
The first a Wilbur bud
The color of mud
A chocolate delight
Makes a smile bright
The second a pretzel
Sturgis by name
Taste at the top of the game
First commercial factory, its fame
 
No Yankees, no Phils
Just lots of rolling hills
Horses and cows
A pig or a sow
A buggy or two
Inviting for you
Turn off the tv
Let your life be
Slower and sweet
While enjoying a tasty treat!
 
From: Caleb S., Tuesday, November 03, 2009 
Subject: Re: How Bout You?
 
I hail from the village of Carversville
My house sits atop a big hill.
With the General Store
and the Inn right next door,
my hometown ain't run-of-the-mill.
 
From: Ilya T., Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Subject: Re: Other Cool Cities
 
The city of gold and grace,
Its life moving at a gallant pace,
Deep inside Mother Russia,
Lies the golden heart,
Of St. Petersburg,
Cathedrals so vast,
It seems they will forever last,
An impression will forever be laid,
An impression not low grade.
 
From: Terry C., Tuesday, November 03, 2009 
Subject: Whitmanesque
 
All Cities Are Cool
 
Isn't it kind of a pity
To get stuck on one's own little city?
There are big towns and small.
Let's all love 'em all --
The sleepy, the sparkling, the gritty.

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