White Plains Poem

Where once pigs and horses roamed

                To a park with benches and fountains

Where once marches and streams flowed

               To a concrete jungle of paved streets and glass buildings

Where once the volley of cannon fire was heard on a hillside

              To homes along streets named for those of the Revolution

Where a Post Road meets a Road to Mamaroneck

This was the Village of White Plains

        That is today’s City of White Plains