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                                                                                   in Franklin County                                                                            413  - 43690
                                                                                   in Franklin County                                                                            413  - 43690


Words for a Season  [[in black ink]] (for Wystan)
Words for a Season  [[in black ink]] (for Wystan)                                                                       Wellspring
O bells that tell of a Word,
O bells that tell of a Word,
may your music be heard
may your music be heard                                                                                                     To quench our summer third we went
and may your mythic Child
and may your mythic Child                                                                                                 beyond the barn to the brimming tub
relate to every hope-hungry man
relate to every hope-hungry man                                                                                         and put our mouths to a mirrored sky
the logical good of your plan!
the logical good of your plan!                                                                                               in turn with pasture animals.


O word, and all clear words on white,
O word, and all clear words on white,                                                                                   We simply accepted the icy flow
like tracks of birds
like tracks of birds                                                                                                                 of water piped from uphill source
on drifting heathen snow,
on drifting heathen snow,                                                                                                       to overflow that cedar tub
please guide our going as we go
please guide our going as we go                                                                                             year after year, nor ice nor drought
from season to unknown season
from season to unknown season                                                                                             nor death nor taxes would slacken it.
through climates of untamed reason,
through climates of untamed reason,
wandering in the wilderness of
wandering in the wilderness of                                                                                             Sometimes we eased our burning bodies
lesser words than love .
lesser words than love .                                                                                                         into that moss-furred tub, sometimes
 
                                                                                                                                                we scraped it free of moss and rust;
                                   [[written in black ink]] 1954
                                   [[written in black ink]] 1954                                                                 but ever it refilled like faith
 
                                                                                                                                                as we lowered our lips to earth's clear blood,
Home
Home                                                                                                                                       sipping the farm for future strength
                                                                                                                                                        [[written in black ink]] JUNE '85
                                           1.
                                           1.
Centered in this woodland hamlet
Centered in this woodland hamlet                                                                                       All Praise                                               
Our clipboard cottage looks through trees
Our clipboard cottage looks through trees                                                                      
at Niebunts' dove-coted house where Eliot,
at Niebunts' dove-coted house where Eliot,                                                                         All praise to highland Heath
Auden, Spender and peers indulged weekends
Auden, Spender and peers indulged weekends                                                                   so pure beneath the moving clouds.
of words.
of words.                                                                                                                               a place of timbered slopes
 
                                                                                                                                              and tumbling streams, high capital
The past is a cogent antique here,
The past is a cogent antique here,                                                                                         of loggers, with space for the arts!
the future an uncomputed fantasy
the future an uncomputed fantasy
as I revel in present family, and hobnob
as I revel in present family, and hobnob                                                                               Refuge of wildlife, professors' retreat!
with accomplished ghosts.
with accomplished ghosts.
 
                                                                                                                                              Come view our clover meadows, green
                                       2.
                                       2.                                                                                                   beyond stockades of history,
 
                                                                                                                                              where condos will not block our logging roads
These wooden walls and wide-eye windows,
These wooden walls and wide-eye windows,                                                                      nor cheapen our fine colonial homes,
these wide-plank floors beneath our feet,
these wide-plank floors beneath our feet,                                                                             nor industry darken our snowy hills
these doors that stare at facing doors
these doors that stare at facing doors                                                                                   nor blacken our blue-berried heights.
this roof that fends the wind, the snow and rain---
this roof that fends the wind, the snow and rain---
We call it Home, this mortgaged muse's manse!
We call it Home, this mortgaged muse's manse!                                                                   Let the young as well as the old
 
                                                                                                                                              come here in faith, like deer that cross
O pert toyhouse on a puritan hill,
O pert toyhouse on a puritan hill,                                                                                         new roads toward old plots
last stop, snugbox, embrace us until
last stop, snugbox, embrace us until                                                                                     of wild apple trees,
earth clods drum down upon the lid!
earth clods drum down upon the lid!                                                                                     acquiring new traits of life
 
                                                                                                                                                in our ancient highland Heath.
[[in black ink]] 1981-1985
[[in black ink]] 1981-1985                                                                                                       [[written in black ink]] June ' 85
                                                                                                                                                                                  c[[with circle around it]]  [[typed]]  Charles H. Miller

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                                                                                                        MOHAWK TRAIL CONCERTS
                                                                                                                          presents
                                                                                                            A FAMILY CONCERT
                                                                                                       CELEBRATING THE BICENTENNIAL
                                                                                                                       of the
                                                                                                                     TOWN OF HEATH
                                                                                                                      MASSACHUSETTS

image within a circle of two houses adjacent to each other with a single tree between them, a forest behind them written in black ink to the left of the image Jack, Hope you like the poems - they were very loud and it was a SRO affair. Very fun! C.

                                                                              Music from 1785, 1885, and 1985
                                                            in italics including a new piece by Arnold Black for a text of Charles Miller
                                                                                                                     Robert Bonfiglio italicsHarmonica
                                                                                                                     David Smith italics Tenor
                                                                                                                     The Gather Round Singers
                                                                                                                      and an Ensemble of Mohawk Trail Concerts Artists
        
                                                                                                                       SATURDAY, JUNE 25TH, 1985
                                                                                                                        HEATH UNION CHURCH
                                                                                                                                         7:30 P.M.

                                                                                                          italics $4.00: $2.00 Seniors/16 and under
                                                                                   italics Funded in part by the                                                     italics For tickets and further information
                                                                                 National Endowment for the Arts                                                    MOHAWK TRAIL CONCERTS
                                                                                 The Mass. Council for the Arts & Humanities                                 BOX 843
                                                                                  and the Business Fund for the Arts                                                  GREENFIELD, MA 01302
                                                                                  in Franklin County                                                                            413  - 43690

Words for a Season in black ink (for Wystan) Wellspring O bells that tell of a Word, may your music be heard To quench our summer third we went and may your mythic Child beyond the barn to the brimming tub relate to every hope-hungry man and put our mouths to a mirrored sky the logical good of your plan! in turn with pasture animals.

O word, and all clear words on white, We simply accepted the icy flow like tracks of birds of water piped from uphill source on drifting heathen snow, to overflow that cedar tub please guide our going as we go year after year, nor ice nor drought from season to unknown season nor death nor taxes would slacken it. through climates of untamed reason, wandering in the wilderness of Sometimes we eased our burning bodies lesser words than love . into that moss-furred tub, sometimes

                                                                                                                                               we scraped it free of moss and rust;
                                 written in black ink 1954                                                                 but ever it refilled like faith
                                                                                                                                                as we lowered our lips to earth's clear blood,

Home sipping the farm for future strength

                                                                                                                                                       written in black ink JUNE '85
                                          1.

Centered in this woodland hamlet All Praise Our clipboard cottage looks through trees at Niebunts' dove-coted house where Eliot, All praise to highland Heath Auden, Spender and peers indulged weekends so pure beneath the moving clouds. of words. a place of timbered slopes

                                                                                                                                             and tumbling streams, high capital

The past is a cogent antique here, of loggers, with space for the arts! the future an uncomputed fantasy as I revel in present family, and hobnob Refuge of wildlife, professors' retreat! with accomplished ghosts.

                                                                                                                                             Come view our clover meadows, green
                                      2.                                                                                                    beyond stockades of history,
                                                                                                                                             where condos will not block our logging roads

These wooden walls and wide-eye windows, nor cheapen our fine colonial homes, these wide-plank floors beneath our feet, nor industry darken our snowy hills these doors that stare at facing doors nor blacken our blue-berried heights. this roof that fends the wind, the snow and rain--- We call it Home, this mortgaged muse's manse! Let the young as well as the old

                                                                                                                                              come here in faith, like deer that cross

O pert toyhouse on a puritan hill, new roads toward old plots last stop, snugbox, embrace us until of wild apple trees, earth clods drum down upon the lid! acquiring new traits of life

                                                                                                                                               in our ancient highland Heath.

in black ink 1981-1985 written in black ink June ' 85

                                                                                                                                                                                  cwith circle around it  typed  Charles H. Miller