What better way to return here than to publish a poem like this one!
Courthouse on the Hill
by
Dennis Wall
©2020 Dennis J. Wall. All rights reserved.
To the Gang of Five and sometimes Six, soon forgotten, regardless of what they think.
They are not yet gone away,
Courthouses shut and still,
They think nothing more to say.
Through broken pleas and mays
The winds blow hard, are shrill:
They are all gone away.
Nor do judgments this day
Speak of good, nor will:
They think nothing more to say.
Divine patience, we pray
Arc of justice bends still,
They are all gone away.
And our unfinished day
For them is wasted skill:
They think nothing more to say.
There is ruin and decay
The Courthouse on the Hill:
They are all gone away,
They think nothing more to say.
Inspired by Edwin Arlington Robinson's villanelle, The House on the Hill.
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