The City of Dreams

Linked in with Life: a Never ending circle

A city of seven ancient hills,

A castle of granite, a royal seat.

A city through which runs a river,

Down to the sea and away.

 

A city of hiding places both old and new,

Crooked streets and cobbled stone.

Trees and parks where we can breathe in the quiet,

A view from above on a mountain.

 

A historical city that hides her age,

Places where learning & art can thrive

A sense of fun and laughter and play

And bells that ring through the air

 

A colourful city, full of light

Of music and song, plays and poets

Wide open spaces to look at the sky

With benches to watch the world outside

 

A magical city far in the North

Familiar to some, others not much

Towers, church spires, statues and more

Classical structure with a darker edge

 

A city of culture far older than most

Every street has a player, a fiddler and pipes

A coast with a beach of the whitest of sand

The sound of the waves rolling in

 

The city doesn’t sleep it merely rests

It’s beating heart slowing to a gentle stride

Above on the rooftops, birds sing on high

The things no one notices in the daytime race

 

This is my City the City of Dreams

Where legends are made and heroes are born

It’s cold and its hard here but its memory’s long

And thus it’s the only city I love

 

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Vivid imagery and themes. Question: Is Rome cold?

[cassie]

Depends on what you mean by cold? Architecturally, no, climatologically? It has been know to be cold in Rome. But it's not Rome!

[MomzillaNC]

City of "seven ancient hills" isn't Rome?

[cassie]

Nope it isn't Rome