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She told
him to come and to give it a try,
He told her, "Dear Aunty, I cannot see why,
You love this big city with skyscrapers high,
This place called 'Big Apple', the
pie-in-the-sky."
"Please,
come before New Year's and see how it feels,
I think you will like all the ways it appeals,
With Christmas tree shopping and Christmas Day
meals,
I'll show you a place that is very
surreal.
He came
as she asked and was given the tour,
But as they got started, he still wasn't sure,
For in this big city he felt insecure,
She tried to persuade him and tried to
assure.
He saw
Lincoln Center and then Central Park,
He saw it by daylight and not after dark,
When stalkers and perverts would often embark,
"Let's leave before sunset", she heard him
remark.
The
Empire Building was really too high,
He wanted to see it and really did try,
But on the way up there, he started to cry,
Afraid of its height, as it loomed in the
sky.
The
Statue of Liberty, standing so proud,
Her flame pointing skyward above a large crowd,
A place for the needy is what she had vowed,
He felt very humble and kept his head
bowed.
She took
him through Harlem and then into Queens,
And travelled through boroughs, both there and
between,
He shopped in their markets and ate their
cuisine,
And started to like this American scene.
And just
before New Years in Gramercy Park,
With Christmas lights glowing, it never got dark,
"I think this is pretty", she heard him remark,
And then in his eyes she detected a spark.
And now
he is glad that he entered this town,
And toured Manhattan and boroughs around,
He learned from this city, so old and renowned,
That life is exciting wherever it's found.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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