poem about london

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+title: "London - A Poem"
+date: 2007-06-09T16:40:05Z
+tags: ["london", "places"]
+topics: ["literature", "poetry"]
+picture: /img/london-cranes.jpg
+draft: true
+---
+My first visit to London, was during a holiday trip in 2007. Here's how I memorialized it
+
+> ```
+> The ancient matron grasps longingly for the sky, 
+> a crowd of bony fingers stretching upward, 
+> black threads tied to each one,
+> laden with dangling bits of civilization renewed.
+> 
+> Below, in her bowels, a gritty brown aroma,
+> and clattering, grumbling, tin boxes 
+> scatter frantically along well-worn paths,
+> long sullen with a heavy memory 
+> of countless other footfalls.
+> 
+> Humming and pulsing with the life force
+> of a thousand generations,
+> she swells with pride at eager dawn, 
+> and heaves a great sigh at setting sun.
+> 
+> She is the gray lady of the West. 
+> The history of the anglo man is embedded in her bricks,
+> and the future of the world flows through her heart,
+> and into the sea. 
+> ```