New York - Poem by Paul Fowler
I walk these busy streets and awestruck am I,
As I look up and up, at buildings that scrape the sky,
A city so alive it'll surely entice,
A city so good, they had to name it twice.
Iconic landmarks appear everywhere,
Rebuilding Ground Zero, a moving place there,
Taking a ferry to Staten is surely a fave,
And on the way back, give Liberty a wave.
Aromas of vendor's wares on the avenue,
Everywhere you look, an experience anew,
And when the bustle of the city begs for release,
Stroll through Central Park for a little bit of peace.
To get the best view of this city so great,
There's no better way than atop Empire State,
And when it seems nothing else will fit into the day,
Times Square's lights and a show on Broadway.
This vibrant city inspires writers, artists and singers to sing,
Bountiful experiences one city can bring,
New York is, of course, this magical place,
There's no better city a person could grace.
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