A Tale of Old CityA Poem by Rita L. SevPhiladelphiaHistoric
buildings may be closed But
there’s more to Old City than these The
buskers and artists not bound in the box Still
practice their crafts with ease So,
you can’t hear the toll of the Liberty Bell Or
breathe history in our sacred Hall Ben
Franklin’s press is drying up His
Court shut down to all But
brotherly love is still right here, Defiantly
vibrant, it seems The
birthplace of freedom keeps marching on To
the beat of Americans’ dreams © 2013 Rita L. SevAuthor's Note
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21 Reviews Added on October 7, 2013 Last Updated on October 7, 2013 AuthorRita L. SevPhiladelphia, PAAboutPLEASE READ THIS BEFORE "FRIENDING" ME: I am happy to be sharing my poems (and occasional stories) and thrilled to be reading fellow authors. About Friend Requests - It is wise to READ some of .. more..Writing
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