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July first 2023 will celebrate...
our sixth anniversary at Highland Manor Apartments
	
Subtitled: The perspective of one festive folky fellow
friendliness ofttimes prompts me 
when crossing paths with another to say “hello,”
whose demeanor trends toward being mellow
courtesy about eight medications
unaffected whether weather overcast 
or sunshine reigning down bright yellow.

Our present habitat digs, 
(per this mister and his missus), a psychic boon
dock - located at geographical coordinates, 
(circa 1684 folks wove cocoon)
40.2562° North, 75.4638° West, 
out of virgin forests log cabins hewn,
still a vestige of Pacific rural life lock,
especially fauna and flora abounds 
during month of June.

Across American landscape 
usurped from indigenous peoples, 
underming storied traditions in cold blood
eponymous namesake affixed 
to honor exploits of “European Outsiders”, 
co-opted land sinker, liner, and hook
with each constituent treaty a dud
mortgaged to industrialization 
contributing to lowlands to flood
comprising one of many complex edifices –
 
at latitude and longitude not prone to flood
this repurposed elementary school 
into affordable housing sans low income good
lee managed by Grosse and Quade, 
which facility nestled far from any hood,
gang or  foo fighting beastie boys 
lacking manners with actions lewd
thus within the pastoral enclave 
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania, 
there prevails a tranquil mood

with concomitant safety, 
such that an inhabitant can patter about 
(in their apartment) nude
though prudish older occupants 
may object, and especially be prude
dish, snapping, popping and moaning 
with unsolicited mutterings mostly rude
claiming to lack comprehending the habits 
of younger generations 'liberal at tee tude
nonetheless, the sprawling range “Penn's Wood.'”

Eager immigrants brought native  
brought seeds of white lily to transplant
preserving vestigial tidbits 
scantily quoted in text books 
writ from a biased Western European slant
rightfully, the Elysian Fields of lush, 
resplendent and transcendent hue Kant
argue against snatched, stolen 
and swindled with hollow promises –  
immediately nullified treaty(ies)
relegated inhospitable land extant
with absolutely zero compensation 
given, where prevaricated misdeeds 
against slandered “red men” 
intruders did chant.

Twas plain and simple genocide
whereat spirits of vanquished 
“noble savage –  in spare copse hide
to borrow a tagline from 
Jean Jacques Rousseau – predating inside
edition (which if fair), would waver 
to admit how fore parents lied
and long entrenched perspective 
adopted, viz pilgrims and/or puritan pride,
parcelled of acreage courtesy 
how average male didst stride
yet this passive quintessential renegade scrivener 
senses ghosts of “Indians” swoosh at high tide
unseen immortal souls corporeal essence 
long since trampled world wide.
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