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for Ida Summy
"I've accumulated filing cabinets
On road materials.. and the serious study of
Music before I get too old. One saving grace
in the fight to save my own home."
Etta Mae Davis
"O I won't live way out in the country," B wrote,
"We'll never have any neighbors and
nobody'll be able to find us."
High up, near heaven,
Each Citizen of the Moment whose vision
To such of his friends as desired country
Houses I have heard him say and as he saw a growth
Of stunted pine and scrub growth
Tied with no end of briar and poison vines,
One settler: seventy houses, five stores,
And a meeting hall,
Ida Summy at the Hillman House
Over a game of cards suggesting
"k", not to mistake it with Tacoma ,
Washington , he, a great stickler for pure water, cure
For all the ill flesh receives,
As of ideas,
I have heard him say it was while he was in
Search of a spring
Which he found,
An affordable elegance, stressing the railroad.
We meet
Here at the arrival of
And introduced to, join
Into the company
Or presence, of experience,
To undergo, deal with, or oppose,
Into conformity
With the wishes,
And assemble to occur together
In one person
Maybe, here,
The ribbon's
Real chance of it
Being cut, the Center
Glad you're in it,
Part of an object
surrounded by the rest,
For he who makes two blades of grass grow, the ways
Named for trees set under the forest trees with singing birds,
Gathering places, figures
Named again and brought from earlier,
Frame church in a field at Piney Branch,
Pamela Favorite, and Favorite's Store,
The streetcar at Wildwood, Our Lady of Sorrows,
White elephants and firetraps,
Joseph Colea's Progress Market-
Look, it's Margaret,
Leona, Joseph and Frank Colea,
and unidentified man.
It's Hallie
Mooers with masks, Hallie Mooers
With the pet crow,
Morrison in his Back Acres azalea garden in Pass Christian
Same as today, suited to azalea culture and because
Dr. E. Clyde Smith (with sword) sang the part of KoKo, Mr.
Huck made the beautiful paper ornaments,
"Mr. Lee" sang to the young,
The William Orton family in a touring car, paused, it feels,
At the whistle of Annie Cotton.
Air of the mountains,
Health of the pines,
You will find twelve rooms
From the daily cares
In the loud room
And the quiet.
A sprung wooden floor and mirrors,
Chairs, good light,
A large screen,
Sinks and a kiln. |
