Reassemble the tower whose bricks have fallen,
Assemble in the building with a crown on it,
Lay stone atop stone, wash them,
Clear the air! Clean the sky!
Rebuild this continuing city,
A nation dried out – stoned.
Replace the tree with one of pines and needles,
Green like our hills,
Red like our sun,
Golden, like our fields once were.
Travel the King’s Highway,
Ride like fury through fields of acid rain,
Watch charred ruins burn behind us!
Shovel the smoke that precedes us!
Wander towards restoring darkness,
A holy land experience.
© Hannah Allen
Excerpt from the book “A New City”
About the Author
I grew up in a small town in Florida where I currently live. A pretty normal 90’s childhood. The youngest of three. A proud Aunt. A current college graduate figuring it all out. I’ve always enjoyed writing and songwriting. A big fan of 60’s Rock ‘n’ Roll helped guide me towards my love for poetry. I look forward to the many adventures ahead.
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