Chicago Poem
The elements as I saw them form in the Windy City
Wind breaks on the spires
of Chicago, and howls through
grey architecture.
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Industrial flame burns
in the factory hearths
along three rivers.
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Across the Great Lake
the Behemoth's Silhouette
of past and future.
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Hulking Red Heart of
metropolitan progress
beats in nation's breast.
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T.R. Tadhg
Writer and poet interested in telling American stories and images.
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