Washington Monument - Poem by Ima Ryma
I, the Washington Monument,
Was built in Washington, D.C.
George made a name, that's evident,
So thanks to him, I came to be.
An obelisk made all of stone,
Took over 50 years to do.
Loads of human squabbling got thrown
Into the mix, but I got through.
Over 500 feet I rise.
An earthquake failed to bring me down.
Well known symbol up in the skies,
A good thing done in D.C. town.
There's something about me that's weird.
Ten inches of me disappeared.
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