Robert Pettit Poet Rhyme

A Day In Manhattan

Riding in a taxi cab through canyons of concrete,
you will see thousands of inhabitants on each street.
This one of the five boroughs has everything complete.
What an island that is a city within a city.
It stretches from Harlem in the north to the battery.
If you are riding a bus, or a subway train underground,
so much fascinating scenery can be found.
There is Broadway, Central Park, Greenwich Village, and Times Square.
The bridges and the tunnels will all lead you there.
This is a jolly old place that nobody can deny.
With this “Big Apple”, you can make one hell of a pie!

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Kim Merryman March 18, 2021 at 4:55 PM Robert, I've never been to New York, but your descriptive write on Manhattan makes it sound very interesting. Congrats on your win! Blessings, Kim M

Tom Cunningham March 17, 2021 at 8:57 AM Although ive been to America, I've never been to New York, two of my daughters have been so its on my bucket list. Tom

Carol Sunshine Brown January 20, 2011 at 6:34 AM I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this morning Robert. Wishing you a wonderful day in Manhattan. Love, Carol

Barbara Gorelick January 20, 2011 at 6:17 AM Ive only been there once..and had decided before hand that I wouldnt like it..But, I loved the place..I think your poem is great..the canyons of concrete line is terrific. BG

Francine Roberts January 19, 2011 at 7:29 PM nice promo ad for New York, sounds wonderful

Carrie Richards January 19, 2011 at 6:53 PM I've only been there once, since we are here on the opposite coast.....but indeed I would love another big taste of that pie !!!

Carolyn Devonshire January 19, 2011 at 4:27 PM It's a pie filled with diversity, Robert, and you capture the hustle-bustle of city life so well in your poem. Maybe the next time I go to NJ, we can share a hot dog in Central Park. Gosh, I love your description of the Big Apple - canyons of concrete, subways, the maze of bridges and tunnels where I always get lost. Another great one for my favorites. Love, Carolyn