Best Newburgh Poems

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 strong feeling
that the future will be as I see it
as you read this
that in the end I will be proven...

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Ralph
Widower, father, grandfather, friend
Brother of Bill, Bob, Ruthann, Joann
Lover of, golf, baseball, cruising
Thanks to great family and friends,
I feel gracious, appreciative, blessed
I fear loss of loved ones, poor health, snakes
Would like to see Australia, Hawaii, Grand Canyon
Resident of Newburgh, New York
Taylor...

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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 winding stair;
cathedral ceilings, sparkling chandelier
in dining room enjoyed on holidays.
Third floor not used but built with parkay floors
and doors that...

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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 roam
and stayed to prosper and your land proclaim.

Your winding Hudson River grew their dreams
with farmlands, orchards and new industries,
and lovely...

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The Fairy Tale Wedding of Prince William and Sandra


     Married life ahead
          Future wonders and unknowns
                To...

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The chapel stood with grace against the sky of blue,
in setting of lush grass and trees that framed it well.
Within those walls, dear Sisters prayed to God above;
with them, the spell of peace and faith engulfed my soul.

My years in Catholic grade school left me...

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They once lived here on Hudson River banks-
     Lenape Indians of long ago.
Beneath our home may lie the underworld
     of spirits that we know to come and go.

Our kids and friends held campfires down the hill,
 ...

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Sandra
Who is a poet, artist, retired business owner
Who is warm, giving, sensitive, creative, positive
Who is a loving wife of 56 years
Who is a loving mother of three and grandmother of five
Who is a loyal and loving friend 
Who loves poetry, art, opera, animals
Who feels spiritual,...

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I ride by it most every day- the ghost
	that once stood real upon that lovely hill,
		with winding creek, a sprawling velvet lawn
			and pillared, wrap-around, fine spindled-porch
with wide front doors that led inside my home.

My home, where memories still fill my heart
	of special times with family,...

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Home is quiet Hudson Valley apple country just north of the bustling 'Big Apple'.


Newburgh, New York,
65 miles North of New York City

Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Where I Live One-Liner
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/04/2016
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Oh, Balmville Tree, you were cut down.
So many years, you spread your gown
of limbs and branches that reached high
so large and stately neath our sky...
but doomed unsafe before our town.

Three hundred, sixteen years with crown...
a cottonwood of great renown;
George Washington near you rode by.
Oh, Balmville...

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There Is A View


There is a view that haunts me so
and breaks my heart each time I pass.
Although it happened long ago,
strong memories of past amass.
This sacred place
I can't erase.

My childhood home stood there, I know;
our 'castle' on a hill of grass.
For a new bridge,...

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A living thing I was; I graced your land-
three hundred years and more, I stood with pride.
A focal point to meet with friends to stand,
or drive through intersecting roads beside
the wall that sheltered me, your age-old tree-
assumed long-standing for eternity.

The 'Heart of Balmville' often you...

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The Newburghers

(A Jazz Talk in Six Parts  -

   Dawn  -  Introduction
   Waking  -  Enter Von Newburgh 
   Genesis  -  The Development
   Career -  The New World
   Vision...

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I turned around...should not have looked;
   they all were there and set to go.
The time was set, the day was booked;
   today would be the final show.

A tear came flowing down my cheek...
   I turned around...should not have looked.
My...

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