Pennsylvania

I have been in Pennsylvania, 
In the Monongahela and the Hocking Valleys. 
  
In the blue Susquehanna 
On a Saturday morning 
I saw the mounted constabulary go by,
I saw boys playing marbles. 
Spring and the hills laughed. 
  
And in places 
Along the Appalachian chain, 
I saw steel arms handling coal and iron,
And I saw the white-cauliflower faces 
Of miners’ wives waiting for the men to come home from the day’s work. 
  
I made color studies in crimson and violet 
Over the dust and domes of culm at sunset.