Milwaukee Breakfest

by Grigorii Romashko - Not entered

In a city, on a bluff, by a bay
all the world's buzz is hushed
by the solitude of Sunday morning

In the day of sanctimonious rite
small chatter, and honest smiles grow
in cafes along the green bluffs, and 
Victorian dreams of Milwaukee on Sunday

This grand relic of past German immigrants
and America's lost architecture
befriends young, old, and in between
for a deep breath and gentle brush
with old acquaintances, and those caught in
the moment of Sunday morning

Her architecture rivals any feast of history
in the east or otherwise.
The buildings, and mansions of barons take you
back nearly two centuries to the simple pleasure
of breakfest on Sunday

And as you look east down into the bay and rising sun
you capture a small souvenir of Milwaukee
most in Chicago, New York or LA
would pay millions for just a taste 
of Orange juice, or pancakes and tea
on Sunday Morning

Reason for writing:

    Milwaukee is a beautiful city, full of a rich historical 
past and grand waterfront    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-08-24 16:48:23
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:42
Poem ID: 47845

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