Ed Hoffmeister Poems

At the base of the great Gateway Arch
Where the mighty Mississippi goes by,
I was thinking of the days of Lewis and Clark,
As my eyes traveled up to the sky, And I asked the arch, way up above,
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Can Earth be Earth when all its trees are gone,
And sudsy waters have become unfit,
And poisoned life no longer greets the dawn
With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit?
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My thoughts go bouncing everywhere.
Like gossamers, they bounce
from wall to wall,
and hither to yon. They are like planets that bounce
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