The Emerald City Poem by Pishone James
The Emerald City
Lush evergreen forests abound
near the Emerald City
I see with the scope and power of God's eye
On the Great Wheel
at Pier 57
Staring at the calm deep blue of Elliot Bay
The sound of jets fly overhead
And I see my little world rotate endlessly
With an ice-cream in hand.
Here I am home
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: home,world
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