Danube's Shore Poem by Matthew Holloway

I sat upon the shore of the Danube
Watching the light of a city play out
The countless stories of countless lives
I marvelled at the buildings of old
What histories they held within
If such walls could talk to me
What I could happily learn
I saw great romances and tragedy
In the waters which past me by
I felt the lure of a poem calling
That which I must write
An ode to the beauty
Be it by day or night
Where I to lay here forever
On the shores as though planted
Like some weathered tree
I wonder if a poet
Would pen an ode to me