Butler Pennsylvania XXXI How many mothers walked down the sandstone steps from our hospital overlooking town with babies in their arms singing silent songs of joy for what they held for the sun to see and all of us unseen who welcomed their replenishing- while not far from there, were it not for trees, a black thread of cars could be seen inching up the hill for our quiet field with the gray weathering stones. from: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems http://geocities.com/clcing/
