Atop the Twin Towers
From the top of the world of man
Steel arched and graced by girder,
I see the river race,
The placid calm of the market of mammon,
Coming afar about the island’s tip,
Seeking trade in cargos gold,
For precious agate, amber rare,
Through old Palmyra’s gates,
Dawning over Hecatompolis.
Mighty mistress on the flow,
Raising high the towers two,
Receive the caravans of man.
Bactria sends the dragon steeds;
Silken skeins from Serica come,
Glass as precious as your steel
Weighed in balance oft’ maintained
By the greatness of your name.
Honor in the holy trade
In unhampered, commerce free,
Has now come to they scepter’s twain
And past unto your dynasty.
Currenlty published in The Closet Clandestine http://www.amazon.com/dp/1438220502
Dancaster Creative
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How Wonderful Your Poem To Be Published in The Poet!! Congrats!
& A Very Fine Statuesque Poem At That!!
Peace, Love & Poetry!
Vickie