O South Hadley why is fresh air
so rare within your boundary?
Were the so old trees scared rigid and stiff
by the middle-aged ghost of Mary Lyon?
Faint is the wind in South Hadley.
Why do staid birds demand no ruffled feathers,
bully currents into leaving and choke off drafts?
If only Mary Lyon would roll over in-
or stomp upon-
Too few spritely spirits are willing or able to sing
and tear down the fence of unhealthy silence around-
her grave.
Instead the new succumb to the bully that is
South Hadley
in the end.
i did
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