its one of my favourite cities so much so that i wrote a poem about in a similar style as Chicago.
Chicago
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I have seen your painted women under the gas lamps luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the faces of women and children I have seen the marks of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
Rome
By Isaac Masterman
Rome
Proud city of the empire
The empire fell
The city remained
The city lived
Lived for years on end
Growing, Breathing, Healing
Surviving the wars
The sorrow
The death
Housing the strong
The weak
The evil
The people changed
So did the city
Moulded through the ages
Layered by the time
Entwined with history
People were born
People lived
People died
And the people
No matter how big or small
Shaped the city
Moulding it on its seven
hills
Moulding it around the Tiber
Moulding it through the
plains
The capital of the empire
The halls of the senate
The home of the Pope
The city of domes
The city of wine
The city of Rome
Growing, Breathing, Healing
Excuse my poor poetry.
So now that we are somewhere in-between our mad journey across the world we stop in Italy for reencounters, socialising and pizza.
and then few days after where of again leaving the good food and wine for the fat food and soda of America.
or so i thought.
of we go to the airport we are done socialising and we need to start saffrons trip. we arrived after some morning drama (u know the usual when u have so much luggage and you travel with my mother). however the van we took to the airport must of had some relaxing agent in the air vents cause at the arrival we where chill, actually well iced (does that make sense. of course it does). all happy going through the lengthy procedures incorporated in traveling to america and then it all went tits up.
once we arrived at baggage drop and we were 80% done with dropping our bags the lady realises that my ESTA that my dad was completing in the morning (in spain) didn't go through.
our status chilled a bit annoyed but whatever (damn those aircon narcotics are very effective.
we make an easy decision. why waste time saffron and mum catch the flights i stay and wait to see if the next one has availability its not even a decision.
i was a bit annoyed but ill get on the next flight. all there is to it is a bit of a wait.
i waited and waited and waited some more and then the lady said you can go to bag drop and get on the plane so i did and then i didn't. after navigating the airport and waiting to board one intuitive lady who i wish was on a sick day decided to remember that only recently the airline had changed the underage travel age so instead of me being able to fly alone because I'm older then 12 now I'm an unaccompanied minor cause I'm 15. and do u know whats amazing it didn't actually bother me (either the narcotics or being around my parents to much is damaging me).
because of this i had to call my adopted grandmother, English teacher Joan Kinsela.
we adopted Joan and Carlo a couple of years ago and personal it was a good investment :) we have Carlo who will cook an amazing pasta and then Joan who will tell you to stop being an idiot in her typically Irish way that terrified me all through elementary.
Not only will she correct my grammar she will also be one of the few who will pick me up from Fiumicino airport when the airport staff won't let me go witch is ridiculous cause i could easily get to her place with my impeccable Italian. so around midday after spending a good 8 hrs at the airport joan arrives and saves the day.
after that i spent a day at Joan's working and filling put my unaccompanied minor form (i can fill out the form but i can't fly alone?) and then a day at Amelia's hanging out with Rocco and Alice and then the final day at Joan's preparing to finally leave for America again.
so in short any time you are in a country make sure that a. you don't get left behind by your parents or b in the chance that you're parents decide to leave u behind u have friends in country who will happily look after u such as Joan and Carlo.
and then few days after where of again leaving the good food and wine for the fat food and soda of America.
or so i thought.
of we go to the airport we are done socialising and we need to start saffrons trip. we arrived after some morning drama (u know the usual when u have so much luggage and you travel with my mother). however the van we took to the airport must of had some relaxing agent in the air vents cause at the arrival we where chill, actually well iced (does that make sense. of course it does). all happy going through the lengthy procedures incorporated in traveling to america and then it all went tits up.
once we arrived at baggage drop and we were 80% done with dropping our bags the lady realises that my ESTA that my dad was completing in the morning (in spain) didn't go through.
our status chilled a bit annoyed but whatever (damn those aircon narcotics are very effective.
we make an easy decision. why waste time saffron and mum catch the flights i stay and wait to see if the next one has availability its not even a decision.
i was a bit annoyed but ill get on the next flight. all there is to it is a bit of a wait.
i waited and waited and waited some more and then the lady said you can go to bag drop and get on the plane so i did and then i didn't. after navigating the airport and waiting to board one intuitive lady who i wish was on a sick day decided to remember that only recently the airline had changed the underage travel age so instead of me being able to fly alone because I'm older then 12 now I'm an unaccompanied minor cause I'm 15. and do u know whats amazing it didn't actually bother me (either the narcotics or being around my parents to much is damaging me).
because of this i had to call my adopted grandmother, English teacher Joan Kinsela.
we adopted Joan and Carlo a couple of years ago and personal it was a good investment :) we have Carlo who will cook an amazing pasta and then Joan who will tell you to stop being an idiot in her typically Irish way that terrified me all through elementary.
Not only will she correct my grammar she will also be one of the few who will pick me up from Fiumicino airport when the airport staff won't let me go witch is ridiculous cause i could easily get to her place with my impeccable Italian. so around midday after spending a good 8 hrs at the airport joan arrives and saves the day.
after that i spent a day at Joan's working and filling put my unaccompanied minor form (i can fill out the form but i can't fly alone?) and then a day at Amelia's hanging out with Rocco and Alice and then the final day at Joan's preparing to finally leave for America again.
so in short any time you are in a country make sure that a. you don't get left behind by your parents or b in the chance that you're parents decide to leave u behind u have friends in country who will happily look after u such as Joan and Carlo.
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