First round not a threat to life,
Initially many believed.
Fire-works, they began to look,
But colorful lights they did not see.
Screams from the crowd erupted,
People began to run and fall.
Blood started to flow,
From faces, necks and hearts.
Which way to run, no one knew.
What direction were the bullets coming?
At least 20 minutes it seemed, continuous rounds,
Automatic weapons rushing.
58 dead, over 500 injured,
Our city forever changed.
Pray for Las Vegas.
Each victim has a story and a name…
©Elizabeth Dianne Allee
October 3, 2017
Writers Digest Poem A Day Challenge Day 12
Prompt: For today’s prompt, write a city poem. The poem can take place in a city, can remember the city (in a general sense), be an ode to a specific city, or well, you should know the drill by now. City poem: Write it!
Growing up on five acres in Texas,
I never imagined the day.
When I would find myself,
In a huge city far away.
Upon the first breathtaking view,
In shock, my jaw dropped.
The breath was stolen from my chest,
And the beats quickened within my heart.
There was no end to the skyline,
The world was flat, building to building.
Such an incredible sight to see,
So exciting and thrilling!
Part of me felt fearful reservations,
Intimidated by the vastness all around.
And this was simply upon approach,
Adventures in the city itself would eventually abound.
Atop the empire
Concrete jungle down below
Shouldn’t have looked down!
pic: my collection