Freedom Tower Part 2 Poem by Peter Vealey

You knew that the stream
Was rolling by there,
With floating dead plastic bream.
The windship sailed fair.
Like an effervescent Bible song.
Upon slow easy waters.
Too fast he taught us.
So still and silent.
How could you fill
(All at Freedom Tower.
My sweet dwindling flower) .
The wasted time?
Look yonder where you like
But get out of my sight.
you could climb
To Freedom Tower,
The taste grows sour.
Up to a crows nest
See a desert island
With isolated shores.
To patiently explore.
All at Freedom Tower
Faded peak of power.
My sad late voice
Lies on a beach.
No natives to interrupt
The silent peace.
All at Freedom Tower
With every passing hour,
The sea rolls on, I wonder why you cry,
Cry on my shoulder.
Freedom Tower I wait
For my careless fate.
One sour, sour day,
Again, again I play
At the very last hour.