Ima Ryma

Chicago - The Stock Yards - Poem by Ima Ryma

The Yards was what the world called me.
Where Chicago did meet the meat,
Packed in over a century,
Butchered for all the world to eat.
The Chicago River did pump
Half a million gallons per day.
Loads of beast decay I did dump.
I did smell bad from long away.
Sinclair's 'The Jungle' gave me shame.
Sinatra's 'My Kind of Town' sang.
Sandburg's 'Chicago' gave me fame.
Tourists came to me, just to hang.

I was torn down in progress fate.
All that remains is my main gate.

Topic(s) of this poem: history

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 10, 2015

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