Pennsylvania by Carl Sandburg
I HAVE been in Pennsylvania, In the Monongahela and the Hocking Valleys. In the blue Susquehanna On a Saturday morning I saw the mounted constabulary go by, I saw boys playing marbles. Spring and the hills laughed. And in places Along the Appalachian chain, I saw steel arms handling coal and iron, And I saw the white-cauliflower faces Of miners’ wives waiting for the men to come home from the day’s work. I made color studies in crimson and violet Over the dust and domes of culm at sunset.
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