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This month’s feature: West Virginia Poetry
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A placid river runs through it,
A whisper beneath the clamor
Of chirping birds, of bellowing trucks,
And the slapping of feet on pavement
This busy and breathless community
Sees the river only as itself,
A source of water,
A symbol of health—Prosperity
But the river runs through many towns
And one it loves, caresses, between two mighty arms
A quiet village, built by coal,
Sustained by vision
The river here is loud and white
As it splashes and gurgles in boulders and stones
And people in this town listen,
They remember,
They sit, and they smile.
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