A poem from my published book,"Dark Forces, Extinguished Dreams" published through Lulu.com.
Mechanicsburg
Ohio is my dear sweet homeland!
In the valley once occupied by Chief Ohito
and the Shawnees wild life ran,
the creeks would not cease to flow
This village was founded by John Cain,
the mechanic soldier from the war of 1812.
In due time, the village would catch a train
to and fro, in and out with more stealth
Farmers farm, policeman police, characters have character.
But, in the time of the Civil War,
love for none discriminated, humanity was the factor.
Runaway slave Addison White received freedom, all the more
Mechanicsburg is the home of a former U.S. Attorney General.
A kind, humble soul who never forgot his home,
and he was also a former Ambassador. What a treasured mineral.
Writing books so great, they could melt any foam
Nothing has changed over the gift wrapped years,
besides technology and the dress fabs.
When a parade flies, hundreds of cries of cheer
like when the sports collective competes and stabs
This is the reservation of the Mechanicsburg Indians!
One big unified tribe, brought together by faith and morals
like that ancient and old desert village called,” Midian”.
Embrace the towns past and traditions of oral
Mechanicsburg will live on when I am long gone,
to make room for the children of tomorrows morning.
Enjoying the hospitality of the country air’s dawn,
the Indian spirit shall always be blazing and burning
-Count Valandingham
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!