Henry Gibson, Redux

Race Relations Poem from Swindon Viewpoint on Vimeo.

I'm so pleased to see that people have continued to channel the spirit of Henry Gibson.

     Posted By: Paul - Wed Mar 02, 2011
     Category: Poetry | 1960s

I just got some of that po-et-re stuff in an e-mail just an hour ago. Here is is for your perusal.

It's winter in Pennsylvania
And the gentle breezes blow,
70 miles per hour at 52 below!
Oh, how I love Pennsylvania
When the snow's up to your butt;
You take a breath of winter air
And your nose is frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful,
You may think I'm a fool.
I could never leave Pennsylvania,
Cause I'm frozen to the stool.
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 03/02/11 at 12:22 PM
ohio too!

a class of 40 children all 7 years old
they have things other than skin color to fight over I am told they fight 'cause Janie has cooties and billy picks his nose
they name call and hair pull most everyday i suppose
that my friends is a fact of childhood since the beginning of time
and another fact that bears a thought racism won't be cured by a simple rhyme
Posted by Patty in Ohio, USA on 03/02/11 at 08:22 PM
No trouble here Harvey...
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 03/03/11 at 12:58 AM
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