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Premium Member Sacrament City

Not long ago
Say, about 300 years
Two Indigenous tribes
Nearly disappeared
 
Others came
From year to year
Hunters, trappers
And future peers
 
John Sutter
A Swiss guy
This city became
The place to try
 
At Sutters Mill
Gold was found
In Coloma
Now ghostly grounds
 
But this place of new
With its foundations down
Pre 1849
It was just a town
 
February 27th
1850
This town now
Became a city
 
In its gorgeous valleys
With 2000 fruit tree's
It's agriculture was born
A taste to please
 
To the modern world
You should see it now
High rise buildings
A place so proud
 
As we all remember
From it's infant years
Like every other named city
Shared strife and tears
 
The past has been
As our future tells
But a certain few
Have to be remembered as well
 
What these tribes left 
So little to show
But a city grew
Called Sacramento


" For Barbara Gorelick "

http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Rebuilding Megiddo

Wearing her zippered jumpsuit of lime
My queen loves to survey the valley's field.
She dreams of finding a perfect place and time 
She can make her dream city something real.

Megiddo was an ancient and famous city
Where starting at Solomon's gate then entering in,
Delight, pleasance and joy showed no pity,
And t'was no comfort not to be found within.

This proud city of great power and zeal--
The glory of some rare ancient engineer--
Has seen dust fly from many a chariot wheel,
When victorious kings came to holiday here.



Perhaps ancient Israel's most splendid city,
It soon captured every kingdoms' eye.
A diadem of the Jezreel Valley so pretty,
It invoked the kiss of the Assyrian sky.

Surrounded by its high double-thick stone walls,
Megiddo’s palaces did lavishly and amply abide, 
Containing their ornamentally furnished halls,
With towers, storehouses, and courtyards alongside.

And then there are temples—believed to be three,
With vestibules for believers to enter in.
Then of course the altar for only the holy to see, 
Where doctrines are given a positive spin.

Where’er  perfect foundation might lay,
My queen shall find a delightful field.
And there to be in full domain and array,
The promise of Eden most 
empyreal.
Form: Rhyme

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