A pre 9/11 picture and story of a trip to the towers got me thinking about America’s heart and resilience.
Ripples on the Hudson, waking just behind
giants in the distance. Life was so much fun
speeding on the southern coast, I did not mind
ripples, on the Hudson.
Twin New York icons were basking in the sun,
unaware that evil lurked in skies, unkind.
Holding on with all, but in a day were done.
Now, upon the water look at what I find:
A tower rising, united as one.
In our hearts we won’t forget. What’s left behind
ripples on the Hudson.
Roundel’s, being one of my favorite format, lend themselves to playing with words. I used those words to put words to picture when reflecting on the awesome prompt at Poetry Pantry, this week. I hope that Mary finds my poem to do her picture justice.