Outside the City
Outside the ancient city
where the pomegranates grow,
one walks into another world
on distant shores from long ago;
a grave of stone and marble...
monuments that stand
to guard the saddened ghosts
of ancient souls on broken land.
These great artistic wonders,
seen in scattered disarray,
of columns standing tall,
but others toppled, lay
so scattered on the fields
on which they proudly stood.
The works of Persian, Greek
and Roman empires should
in clear view proudly lie
for all to honor and behold...
the history of centuries
that here for all unfolds.
Outside, now fairly modern,
the Turkish city of Izmir...
the old historic Pergamon...
lies bare to see, revere,
besides its world bygone
that here existed long ago,
outside the ancient city
where the pomegranates grow.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place
Contest: On Distant Shores
Sponsor: Robert Haigh
Judged: 07/22/2018
~Honorable Mention~
Premiere Contest: A First Line Prompt
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 05/03/2016
Izmir is noted for farming and selling pomegranates
Since my visit there twenty-three years ago, I learned that
many of the ruins have been restored.
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