by Vernon Waring
(King of Prussia, PA )
I am the Liberty Bell's silent message,
the stained glass grandeur of Christ Church,
the sunlit windows of Liberty Place on an April day.
I join the cheering throngs at the stadium,
their enthusiasm fills me with joyful shivers,
and I ride with weary passengers on a 5 o'clock subway,
their hands clutching newspapers in the hush of early evening.
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