The dull steel underside
of clouds otherwise fluffy and white
framed by the pale blue
of a late summer sky.
Looming, lurking, bleak
black clouds that gather
before a storm - the
colour of impending doom.
Soft muted silver of
early morning or dusk
when everything is calm, peaceful
as the world pauses.
The concrete of the buildings
imposing, stern, solemn
even when standing against
a bright, electric blue sky.
The choppy ocean of liquid iron
Wind blowing, wake churning -
ominous, threatening
storm clouds of water.
Grey against grey,
so many shades
and not one without a
deep, melancholy grandeur.
A city of black and white?
Never, not this city of rain.
Only every shade imaginable
of the colour grey.
The “Saga” of the Lonely Cactus
by Miriam McCue
Introduction:
:
Characters in order of appearance:
Lonely Cactus: He is a 6 foot Saguaro cactus with two arms (kind that looks like a man from
a distance.) (In real life these cacti have to be around 75 years old to get an arm.)
Kieran - My granddaughter
Aunt Mikey - My youngest daughter
Alphabet City - Part of the Lower East Side of NYC
Desert - This refers to desert surrounding Phoenix AZ
Manhattan - Name for the island of NYC, not including Brooklyn, Queens, etc.
Super - Nickname for the superintendent of a tenement or apartment building.
Assorted city street characters - Anonymous
Greenwich Village - West of the Lower East Side NYC
Lower East Side - Part of NYC ( name of it describes where it is)
Alphabet City - Part of the Lower East Side of NYC
Assorted city street characters - Anonymous
Central Park - Large man-made park in Center of NYC
Big Apple - Nickname for NYC
U.P.S - A delivery service (In poem pronounced by letters, no as “up sss” )
Casino - We all know what that is.
Donald Trump - Famous prominent business man
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