SEVENTY FOUR YEARS BY ABBEY HART
LIKE THIS GROWING WORLD BY LILLIAN CONROY
1948 A city not many wished to conquer A dangerous place It was here He came to be The man raised in an angry city Timeless eyes reflect seventy four years Of memories Observing from afar He has watched the storms roll in and out A CASTLE In MADE the forgetful OF , old SAND city that , raised WE him BUILT AND
SCULPTED Callused , MELTED hands reflect AWAY seventy four SO years EASILY BY Of labor THE PUSH AND PULL OF THE DEEP BLUE Truly a tradesman He has worked to earn And has earned his place In the same industrious city A thick-skulled head reflects seventy four years Of resistance Stubborn to the bitter end He will never bend to the will Of some unyielding city But still , the warmest of hearts reflect seventy four years Of love Loyal to those he holds close He will survive and fight To protect his family From an angry city that couldn ' t care less about them
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