N - Musings along The New York Skyline
From far across the Staten Island I am about to embark on the most touristy thing that one does when in the US of A.
The icon that symbolizes what America stands for.
The New York Skyline ...
Those who land in her shores, seldom go back.
They toil happily and unhappily.
Some settle down make this place their adopted home , Some keep dreaming of going back home and many die here while taking their dreams to their grave.
And that is the spirit that keeps the New Yorkers going.
I click a picture with the big bull ( these were times before the fearless lady found place opposite the big bull) .
Then as I walk back to the Wall street metro station after watching in awe the city that churns a good chunk of the world’s wealth, I notice this little poem on the underground Metro train.
Billy Collins wrote it. And so beautifully summarized what I have clumsily attempted in so many words all over this post.