Ibm Town

IBM Town

Dad whisked us away,
Mom heavy with babe,
Away from relative hands,
Two year old's off to IBM lands.

It was the machine of opportunity.
A place with technical commotion.
My Dad loves to light the flame,
All aboard the modern train.

His workplace filled with computers -
Large as houses. Do i exaggerate?
Certainly there was no moving mouse.
We moved into our Poughkeepsie house.

The village had a gray one with a pump
Station in back, workmen made a path.
Nevertheless life for us kids sends
neighbors who become lifelong friends.

I lived in the Hudson Valley, a beautiful place,
With swimming in Spring and sledding in Winter.
We loved to tour historic Hyde Park. I can still
See the sign with F.D.R.’s silhouette. We’d chill

Watching fireworks, stretched out on the green grass,
Of the Vanderbilt estate, walk alongside its stone fence.
The culinary my future son would attend also in that town.
He’d earn two diplomas, double serving his graduation gown.


6/20/2017

childhoodhomerhyme

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