Academic journal article Pennsylvania Literary Journal

Pennsylvania

Academic journal article Pennsylvania Literary Journal

Pennsylvania

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Pittsburgh like a pen that lost its ink. A pervasive loneliness invades your propped up body. Three rivers. Bridges connecting the disconnect. Time to cross over and not look back at who you once were. Bridges crossed; never to be crossed over again. Learn what you can, move forward, parts of you will surely be left behind like the city of steel that has died.

Once its mighty furnaces built this nation; now ghosts sing the lost lives of those no longer here. Time has passed; it moves on into the future. Enlightened Emerson says to forgot regret, forget memory, the soul must soar toward everlasting, yet China builds steel empires to our forgotten Gods - disturbing as smoke billowing atomic clouds out of nuclear power plants.

June's Alleghenies thick forest green; brown creeks wash our state's wounded feet; unemployment deep as a dug out quarry, rough and quick as rapids, stagnant as a tree dead pond; muddy rivers running wild and hungry; and rhythmic as a train rocking its sway from side to side, the hunch back clouds walk the top ridge with slow motion urgency, sun beating on their backs like a chain gang.

Philadelphia via rail - Paoli, Lancaster, Elizabethtown, Harrisburg, Lewistown, Huntingdon, Tyrone, Altoona, Johnstown, Latrobe, Greensburg, Pittsburgh. This is the homeland I know, I know none better. Generations of families have lived here in every root reaching foothold, in rich soil of timelessness, of sun. I bless this land. An engine pulls its many cars along rails blasted through mountain, winding way through forest, where every shadow has a story, each tree's testament - its wisdom and leafy green prayers to June-proud rays, prevalence of green; all these waterways like veins running secretly through time's hidden mountains and valleys, coal cars still packed with black dust.

0 loved ones, ancestors to us all, how in Philadelphia and Pittsburgh 1 have sung hard-hearted battle hymns, your bones laid at strangers' feet. …

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