City

Enjoy this poem about the city.
By Langston Hughes

In the morning the city
Spreads it’s wings
Making a song
Of stone that sings

In the evening the city
Goes to bed
Hanging lights
About its head.

A Chance Meeting

I met you on my way home.
You stared at me , I stared back at you.
I smiled at you and you smiled too.
You didn’t stop, you didn’t say hello.
Slowly you drove away.
Where did you go?
I do not know.

The Light

A rising star shines brightly in the sky
It brings forth light and life and warmth and energy.
A beaming smile that lights up the world.
Radiant beams springs forth and dispels the darkness.
It remains constant, motionless.
Friend or foe without you I am cold and nonexistent.
You are worshipped by many.
An orb, a burning mass of fire relentless and unyielding.
A ray of light, dazzling and bright.
Golden hues of orange and yellow spanning the universe.
STAR, luminous and celestial
Universal, cosmic, far and wide
Neon, bright and vivid
You are the light of the world.

New York Trip/ Denzel Day

Denzel Day
Wednesday 16th April
Day 4

We went out for breakfast to our usual diner. Then we went shopping again. My daughter found the top she wanted but I still couldn’t find a decent pair of black shoes so I decided to try again on Friday morning.

The highlight of the day was my visit to The Ethel Barrymore Theatre.

   

In the afternoon we went to watch ‘A Raisin in the Sun’ a play by Lorraine Hansberry that debuted on Broadway in 1959.