Best Hudson River Poems

Upon a grassy hill, so long ago,
there stood a lovely 'castle', tall and white;
was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow
with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright....

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At New Yorks laGuardia airport passengers stood in line
Waiting to board U.S.airways, flight one five four nine
Chesley Sullenberger was the captain and Jeff Skiles the...

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Everything here is true
Just as stated
because it's already happened
or - it has yet to occur - 
but it's very soon to occur
and I have such...

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My Childhood Home


My lovely childhood home, I miss it so...
built Eighteen Eighty-Six, so long ago.

Three floors, all rooms with mantled fireplaces; 
carved woodwork, archways, spindled...

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On Manhattan's West Side...
You descend ancient stairs
You've crossed the Drive
River Side Drive
Expect to float on air of beauty.

Cherry blossoms pink won't wink
They'll courtesy as you...

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Hudson Valley, New York


Oh, Hudson Valley, place that I call home,
you hug the river from which came your name.
On fertile banks, the settlers came to...

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If your apartment or your house
Could use a slight expansion,
May I suggest, instead, that you
Just build yourself a mansion.

Today I've toured a couple,
Both in Hudson...

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— — — — — —
A walk through the old town 
and a girl on the street near the stone bridge.
Brown eyes with withered memory...

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Here, in the heart of New York
locked within the concrete maze
of buildings, avenues and taxis,
I hear the perpetual cacophony
of noises echoing all around me. 

Looking...

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ONCE UPON A TIME

I felt bold, placing an Ad in New York's Village Voice; see
I needed a friend, a guide, a conscientious lover of my...

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They once lived here on Hudson River banks-
     Lenape Indians of long ago.
Beneath our home may lie the underworld
  ...

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Where will they go, those creatures of the wild;
  
their territory lost through human cause.
 
Confused, they enter private yards; exiled,

they're waved or shushed...

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There's a New World
An anchor falls into the Hudson,
There's one half a moon
The Indians fall to their knees.
Red oak leaves are burning
High fly the ashes
Grey...

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I see you 
Eyes as soothing and true 
A calming voice 
Needed amongst the bustling noise 
I see you 
My life is not through 
I...

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New York, New York, the road in the fork  
   of the events, the places and folks who've buttered the pork

Like Rockefeller,...

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