by: Shirley Satterfield
Baltimore π’
Baltimore is a historic place
Where spices are brought in sailorβs haste,
But isnβt it a pity
That the city is known for βThe Blockβ,
Sex industryβs American Rock.
Monuments all over the place
That divide us by religion and race.
βThe Thinkerβ is my favorite rising granite,
The sum total of the best on this planet.
With his chin resting on his clenched up fingers
And his head in the space where his higher thoughts linger.
A tall ship is now at rest at
Harbor Place.
Letβs hope that we can find a trace,
In Baltimore, our historical place
Of brotherly love sublime
And a trace of mankindβs reason and rhyme.