The Guardian Angel Of New York Harbour
I never sailed to America,
I never learned of her democracy,
But I've seen the guardian angel of New York harbour,
The Statue of Liberty.
They should have looked to her more,
She would have guided them safely home to shore,
But now peace flows in on the ocean tides,
And there'll be no more war, America.
I've seen Manhattan on the silver screen,
All the way from the silent movie comedies.
Buster Keaton hanging from the truck of a railway train,
Escaping from his sad calamities.
Thank you for making us smile
With your Hollywood fantasies.
I am a child of the English shore.
Our history has her own aristocracy.
But I know your sky scraper skyline
From the films I've seen,
And the songs that comfort me.
Stereo sound panoramas took me close to you,
I sat beside you in a taxi before my aeroplane flew,
Flew away from America.
The seeds that flow in on the tides, America,
Plant them and see them flower,
Follow the light of the Statue of Liberty,
The guardian angel of New York harbour.
Your poem captures the essence of the Guardian Angel Of New York Harbour...
Diana...
Ron
budd