Cornucopic feasts for the senses
Brain on fire
High Line High of Holies
Hammering Sounds of Industrial
Amidst nature’s whispers.
Odes of joyous
Singing anthems of praise
To the gods for this lovely day
Handcrafted poems by John M. Hines, June, 2016
I wrote this poem last week while slowly walking the High Line in New York City’s Chelsea area. I was taken aback by the art around me created by both humankind and nature in a setting of industrialization. While my wife captured the surrounding stimulations on her camera, I slipped into the shade in joyous contemplation to try to put the emotions of the place into words.