The City Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The City

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Wrapped In a mindless concrete crust
The tired earth lies vanquished
Crops of past years long turned to dust
Beneath harsh streets to languish

How heavy weigh man’s monuments
On soil in darkness braving
The unrelenting, pounding steps
Of feet bent on blind cravings

The city throbs with pulsing beats
Heedless of harvest timings
And ancient forces coaxing wheat
In slow celestial rhyming

A field must rest from many years
of earth depleting labor
Instead those gray oppressing layers
pierce it with steely sabers

a little sprout of grass yet peeks
from massive pipes and boulders
delighting in the sun it seeks
nature’s strong, loving shoulders.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Margaret O Driscoll 19 January 2016

'How heavy weigh man's monuments', very true Liila, the sprout of grass defies the concrete, of sign of nature's strength

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