This city was my ancestors' town. We have laid tar on your horse-paths- a university grew from Riverview roots- you chopped firewood from the great-great grandfathers of these trees.
#2-- saint cloud sounds like
midnight, shoemaker: haunted cries. munsinger's melody: scurries & chirps. when TNT shatters granite at the quarry. pucks' percussion at the brooks center. buzz of summers on lake george's shore. somalia & scandinavia, singing.
My city runs a contest each May; they engrave poems into portions of the sidewalk. This is the first year I've entered.