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River Findings

River Findings The Ohio winds around hills and streams down the hollows passes steel mills, brick yards and scrap yards. It carries tug boats, pushes barges, and hauls black coal stripped from the mountainsides. The Ohio’s littered banks are home to train yards filled with graffiti-covered box cars rusting relics of the Southern Pacific and the Norfolk and Southern railroads. Erector set bridges span the murky river and link Ohio to “Wild, Wonderful, West Virginia,” the Weirton Mill, and Homer Laughlin China Company. In towns called Powhaton Point, Shadyside, Bellaire, and East Liverpool, houses are stacked on hillsides with an array of slate, tin and asbestos shingled roofs. Ball fields and corn fields, concrete parking lots and shopping malls are full of busy people who fail to appreciate the river’s charity. There are roads with cryptic names like Goose Run, Pinch Run, Riddles Run, and Rush Run. There are towns named Brilliant, Costonia and Calcutta, each with their own secrets. North on Route 7 bars advertise Karaoke and all you can eat fish fries. A plethora of car lots and gift shops, bait stores and gun supplies dot the countryside with a never-ending display of marketing profanity, but the river rolls on never compromising her dignity never surrendering her boundaries. White-steepled churches stand like beacons of redemption, while billboards promote“Hell Fire Fireworks,” “Gentlemen’s” clubs, sleazy motels and the “Forbidden Zone Exit.” Still the river moves along around the hills and down the hollows proud and powerful chanting and rippling with satisfaction a stalwart testament to her tenacity…

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Date: 9/1/2019 9:43:00 PM
Susan, this poem is simply magnificent! This is the kind of poetry I really enjoy reading. I traveled with you admiring places I have never seen. By the time I reached this stanza "a never-ending display of marketing profanity,but the river rolls on never compromising her dignity never surrendering her boundaries." I had poetry chills! I must Fave this wonderful first post of yours. A warm welcome to Poetry Soup. I will follow your work. Aloha, Connie
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 9/1/2019 9:46:00 PM
Thank you so much Connie. I am glad you liked the journey! I am not new. Been here quite a while. I will check out your work tomorrow. It is almost 11PM here in Ohio and I am worn out. Blessings to you, Susan
Date: 1/18/2019 10:29:00 PM
Good poem with good imagery.
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 1/22/2019 9:58:00 AM
Thank you Okonkwo. Blessings, Susan
Date: 1/15/2019 2:12:00 PM
You transported me to a very real, yet magical place with your vivid descriptions. The next to the last stanza caught my eye with the line "white-steepled churches stand like beacons". That is similar to the opening of a poem of mine called A Town He Once Called Home, which starts "Like a beacon on a hill The white church steeple gleaming still". Amazing. I tried to post that poem on here the other day but alas, it's too long! Great little trip you took me on here! :)
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 1/15/2019 2:20:00 PM
Thank you Michael. With so many poets, we're bound to find similar lines. Glad you enjoyed the journey!
Date: 1/14/2019 7:13:00 AM
Susan I am laughing here. I have never been to Ohio. Did you make these towns up? "There are roads with cryptic names like Goose Run, Pinch Run, Riddles Run, and Rush Run." I also liked these.... There are towns named Brilliant, Costonia and Calcutta, each with their own secrets.
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 1/10/2021 5:15:00 PM
PS-Long time since I wrote, but I bet if you look at a map of your state, you will find cryptic names too. Lol! Hugs. Let me know!
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 1/14/2019 10:07:00 AM
No Caren, they are real towns! Makes you wonder what they were drinking or smoking when they named them. Ha! But I promise, they are real. You can Google them. Thanks for commenting.

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