Sonnet III
The many cities professing stature multiply and grow,
But from Westminster Bridge I view perhaps the greatest of all.
Beyond is St. James Park with stream and waterfall,
Subdued, though occasionally the winds will blow
Through, as boats traverse the waters below;
Tourists crowded on decks, craning necks all,
Lest sights be missed or captain's sightseer's call —
These earthly souls conflicted where next to go;
There's beauty behind, beneath, among the bricks,
That throngs along the river's edge only obliterate,
Yet joined to multitudes from before, to congregate
And worship noble spirit just below where Big Ben ticks,
They crafted, engineered these buildings of stone...
All contemplation of a city's eclipse one must postpone.
~gtk
Photo Credit: "Westminster Bridge and the Palace of Westminster" by David Jones is licensed with CC BY 2.0. To view a copy of this license, visit https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/
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