Monday, May 1, 2017

Boston

Boston

Boston, small Boston,
confined by rivers and the sea,
peopled with a mix,
Brahmans, who lived on the Hill,
Blacks, who lived on the back of the Hill,
Irish, who live in the south of the City,
Italians, who lived in the North End,
a myriad of others throughout,
Boston, peopled by a medley of peoples.

Boston united with its peculiar vocabulary
and curious accent, with its strange
diet of Saturday supper of beans
and brown bread, of Sunday with
a corn beef dinner, of Durgin Park's
Indian pudding. A city united by its history,
a city of pride, of accomplishments,
a city of strife. A city of
classes and of overcoming class.
A city of Boston Strong.

Boston, with its tradition of healing,
of schooling, of the arts,
of books, with its museums
and sports, with its financiers and
teamsters, sees itself as one.

Old Dame Boston plugs on.
Sometimes, a fine Lady,
other time tarted up,
trying to endure. Boston has seen
bad, has seen good and plods on.




1 comment:

  1. Wven you first posted this, you referred to inspiration from Sandburg's "Chicago", my hometown. I shared it with my neighbors in Thailand. They loved it!

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