OH! PRINCETON, MY PRINCETON
And... have I ever left Princeton? ....
It's green sycamore canopies,
The intimate midnight warmth of it's asphalt streets
Caressing the soles of my bare feet deep in July.....
The unmarked paths over fences, through back yards
To waiting swimming pools... and eager mermaids...
The giant oaks and maples and hemlocks,
The sheltering chestnuts and elms guarding our relentless play...
A labyrinth of palaces
Spread out around a seat of learning,
Perched on a hill above a lake...
Oh Princeton, my Princeton... You are not a Prince....
You are the lady of the Lake who calls to me...
A. T. WOOD
1999
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Lucky you. I left my home a long time ago and am only nostalgic for what might have been and not what in fact was.
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