Poems of the Week
Traveling Music Submitted by Ray Olson “The Lordly Hudson” by Paul Goodman “Driver, what stream is it?” I asked, well knowing it was our lordly Hudson hardly flowing. “It is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing,” he said, “under the green-grown cliffs.” Be still, heart! No one needs your passionate suffrage to select this glory, this is our lordly Hudson hardly flowing under the green-grown cliffs. “Driver, has this a peer in Europe or the East?” “No, no!” he said. Home! Home! Be quiet, heart! This is our lordly Hudson and has no peer in Europe or the East. This is...



