Rocky and rolling hills give way
To green green grass and a glimpse of brighter days
Inland from the sea lie fields just past Penn’s woods
Where every fall Friday hearts sink and sing
People round our globe are fed
The young get drunk, deer get shot, and the sun still rises
Heroes fell from the sky
And great men in blue and gray consecrated this ground
America is surmised here
In Pennsylvania Fields
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Consummate little brother and dark child. Eclectic writer and world traveler – Dave is a dude who who does the dangerous, mysterious, and otherwise different.
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- Pennsylvania Fields, by David Whitsell - August 27, 2020