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SECTION THREE OCEAN CITY SENTINEL-LEDGER THURSDAY. APRIL 28.1977
' by Mark Soifer
.All set for a down-home, old
fashioned, poetry wingding this
Saturday night 9 Nope, I'm not
kidding. Almost too good to be
tare, isn't it?
• Members of Contemporary
Poets of South Jersey will read.
And you're invited to read too,
if you want to bring some
poems along.
• Wine and cheese plus sweet
breads will be served during
the evening at the Banf Studio
of Art, Whittaker av., Millville.
Donation is $1.50 with proceeds
. going to the Barn Studio for use
of the homey art studio.
• For directions and information
call 691-7535 after 6
p.m.
I long to walk through ancient
halls
on ground where Trojans
fought
1 want to touch Olympus
'watch the monoliths rise up on
Easter Isle
to see some early being work
iwith clay
Test in a virgin forest
"wade in primeval seas.
Laurel Mowbray
HOW GREAT WE ARE
I watch as big Jet liners
Leave their pathmarks in the
sky.
Those ships so huge and heavy
Yet so puny in the sky.
Oh. the vastness of the air
waves
And the oceans deep and wide
Have all peoples at their mercy
Man cannot match then* stride.
Never think, not for one
moment.
That success will set you free
From their farces, we're all
subject.
There b no immunity.
Never feel you're all important.
Never boastful, pompous be.
When you get that" puffed up
feeling
Torn your gaie to sky and sea.
S. J.Lewis
FREEDOM
She was born hi the country.
On a bright and starry night,
hi an old but made of stone,
Without any right
She grew up in the forest eating
what she found.
And the animals were her
teachers.
Her bed was the ground.
Her hair was like a sunset.
Her eyes like a stormy sky.
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