by Marci Ridlon
I
City, city,
Wrong and bad,
Looms above me,
When I'm sad,
Throws its shadow
On my care,
Sheds its poison
In my air,
Pounds me with its
Noisy fist,
Sprays me with its
Sooty mist.
Till, with sadness
On my face,
I long to live
Another place.
II
City, city
Golden-clad,
Shines around me
When I'm glad,
Lifts me with its
Strength and height,
Fills me with its
Sound and sight,
Takes me to its
Crowded heart,
Holds me so I
Won't depart.
Till, with gladness
On my face,
I wouldn't live
Another place.
I'll love you forever Chicago. Forever and ever.
This post was brought on by seeing this picture of the view from Jacob's and Nico's room. We would sit on J's bed and watch people and usually see lots of friends. These are the people in your neighborhood... Miss you Chicago world!
5 comments:
I miss Chicago too! Every day except grocery day. :)
Chicago misses you too!
We sure miss you too! Chicago sure finds a way to get in your blood. Sometimes you can't figure out which you're more afraid of; leaving or never leaving.
We sure enjoyed our visits to you in Chicago - those were some fun times
whoa, this post!! the poem is perfect! I can hardly stand it. miss you, and our sweet/crazy life together in those chicago days. also, it's Mardee posting, obviously :)
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