by: Shirley Satterfield
Baltimore 🚢
Baltimore is a historic place
Where spices are brought in sailor’s haste,
But isn’t it a pity
That the city is known for “The Block”,
Sex industry’s American Rock.
Monuments all over the place
That divide us by religion and race.
“The Thinker” 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.
Let’s hope that we can find a trace,
In Baltimore, our historical place
Of brotherly love sublime
And a trace of mankind’s reason and rhyme.
