Clifton Ave., looking north toward Ludlow Ave.
Dear George,
I’m sure many
(maybe even most) people are inspired to poetic musings by their
neighborhoods. That’s certainly
the case in our Clifton village.
Our two major thoroughfares are Ludlow Avenue which runs east and west
and Clifton Avenue which runs north-south. Ludlow contains the center of the business district, while
Clifton houses several major institutions and an elegant residential area. I did two previous photo/poetry
postings about places on Ludlow Ave. (see “Clifton in Verse”), the first one
for the south side of Ludlow and the second for the north side. The present photos and accompanying
poems are mostly for Clifton Ave.
I haven’t covered everything of note, but this completes my neighborhood
poetry-writing project.
Love,
Dave
Hebrew
Union College
Hebrew
Union’s a quick walk away
So
many fine treasures of old
It’s
a famous fixture, I’d have to say
With
scores of new rabbis enrolled
Brueggers
Bagels
In Bruegger’s they stare at their laptops
There’s only one patron per booth
The youth are all clad in their flip-flops
And the geezers look long in the tooth
UDF
UDF means “Farmers, United Dairy”
They sell eggs plus milk plus ice cream
Some like the peach, others black cherry
But it’s egg nog that leads us to scream
Good
Samaritan Hospital
Good
Sam is only eight blocks away
We
got sitters from the nurses’ dorm
They
took good care of our young son J
They
were always so nursily warm
Burnet
Woods
Whenever I long to get away
Burnet Woods is a soothing respite
Our sheepdogs wander about and play
On the trails they’re the handsomest sight
“The Muse of Clifton”
I’d say I’m in love with this sculpture
She’s the symbol of springtime and youth
I don’t know if she’s really high culture
But she radiates beauty and truth
Dewey’s Pizza
We go to Dewey’s for a married night out
They cater to adults and kiddies
The pizza is splendid, of that there’s no doubt
And their salads give people the giddies
Presbyterian Church and Day Care Center
The Presbyterians offered a center
We sent
off our son at age four
J’s teacher was an outstanding mentor
She taught him to mop up the floor
310 Bryant Ave.
My inlaws came to Bryant 310
They moved all the way from Philly
Helen would do it all over again
But my father-in-law thought it was silly
3507 Clifton Ave.
This was our home in ‘74
It’s a mansion befitting a king
We occupied the entire first floor
It made Katja smile and sing
Clifton School (now the Clifton Cultural Arts Center)
Clifton School had oodles of stuff
Like reading and cursive and art
Multiplication was ever so tough
But the kiddies who got it got smart
Mt.
Storm Park
Mt. Storm Park is not much of a mountain
It’s more like a pretty high hill
The dogs like to sup at the fountain
And the cityscape gives us a thrill
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