Everyone's a Critic
The Observer's culture blogTuesday, October 29, 2019
ANN ARBOR, a poem by Meaghan Prindle
Mid-morning dawns slow over arbored lawns,
Where collegiate airs mix with quirky town affairs.
Now traverse Washington & State, downtown cosmopolitan and quaint;
Breath stilled at the view long west ‘cross avenues,
Sun’s sleepy rays slant through Midwestern haze
To glaciated hills, painted leaves, fertile till.
Lo, I confess! Rooted deep in my breast
There’s a fervent, enduring love that I harbor,
My city, my home, my beloved Ann Arbor.
Spectacular visualization of A2! Appreciation of you sharing and do you have an anthology of your beautiful poetry?
December 21, 2019, 12:10 p.m.
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