The Wheeling Feeling – A Poem

The Wheeling Feeling..

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“The Friendly city” so it’s called,

Along the Ohio River it lays sprawled.

Nestled in the hills where so few know,

If you blink you’ll miss it, though.

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It’s a city just being born again,

And yet old world charm it still retains.

The streets fill with history and art,

As young and old alike help take part.

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What was that saying about birds of a feather?

Sure is beautiful when people come together.

Working with each other to help their city shine,

The City of Wheeling – right on the state line.

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I called Wheeling home for a short time,

I miss it now, and it makes my heart chime.

I hope That someday I’ll return here,

But for now I’m just a reminiscing sightseer..

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Written by MJM – 9.4.15