Matthew Anish Poet Lyric

The City Calls It's Own

A child races 
down an alleyway
    after a red ball 
A women opens 
her apartment window
     to let in fresh air
Truck drivers 
shift into gear
     axious to get 
to their destination 
  on time
The city calls 
its own
     Workers, businessman,
young and old,men and women
       They're all 
part of the urban mosaic
    Taste the wine of the metropolis
let the 
city into your soul
We'll be rewarded 
       in the end
as we watch 
     urban visages 
smile in the crisp air 
of late October

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Heidie Buys July 5, 2009 at 1:40 PM This is so well crafted. Great images and atmosphere. Well done. Regards Heidie

Mary Duhart July 5, 2009 at 6:32 AM Great picture of the city life. Thanks for commenting on my work also.

Charmaine Chircop July 4, 2009 at 11:34 PM great description of the city and and the city in our souls-- very well penned poem---brilliant----charma