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Middletown

Soft hills kneeling 
to worship the mountains 
Bells tolling the hour
Log cabins hidden,
layered with asphalt tile,
Cows on every acre
A church on every corner.
Ancient farms hold secrets:
history buried in earth.
Middletown.

Copyright © Mary Rotman | Year Posted 2015

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Mary Rotman Date: 8/14/2015 3:20:00 PM Youknow what;s really weird? The lead story on foxnews.com is about a farmer I knew in Middletown. Middletown on the front page! Login to Reply

Paul Callus Date: 8/14/2015 11:39:00 AM Hi Mary...enjoyed this poem, and my curiosity got the better of me, so I looked it up. I notice that the town also had a share in the civil war, looking after the wounded from both sides. #7 // paul Login to Reply Mary Rotman Date: 8/14/2015 12:24:00 PM We lived on acreage that had been part of the Battle of South Mountain. The confederates demanded a ransom one of their trips through. Because it is a town that runs along Alt Rte 40, it was a main thoroughfare for anyone passing through. It was so beautiful there. I wish I could do it justice, Thank you, Paul

Darlene Gifford Date: 8/13/2015 9:36:00 PM A beautiful description of your town. I can see why it broke your heart to leave it. Loved your description of the hills kneeling to worship the mountains. A 7. ~~~Darlene Login to Reply Mary Rotman Date: 8/14/2015 12:25:00 PM i couldn't do t justice. It is/was so beautiful and full of history.

Judy Konos Date: 8/13/2015 6:58:00 PM And one of my "favorite" English Movies is "Middletown"....I enjoyed thanks.... Login to Reply Mary Rotman Date: 8/13/2015 8:28:00 PM Thanks, Judy. It's a tiny little town in Frederick, MD. Founded in 1767. I truly left my heart there when I moves.