Bronze giant, you angelic beast
oh! how you stand there.
When we, the people, so small,
gander in awe at your
mortality.
Stand upon thy vacant river,
stand there in your never-changing emotion
a heroic, stoic state of pure awesome.
Be wary of the wind and the ever-flying gull.
May he regret the moment he did drop on thy limb.
Stand there, oh great one, and let us hear your secret!
No?
Never have your words been spoken,
never will they you speak,
but thy message, by all is known.
At first I've thee known by word of mouth,
but now am taken aback.
The greatness before me stood before many,
as Rhodes did you erect.
Yet
now bewildered we stand,
as I have of thee grown fonder,
just yesterday, here you stood
and now you have but
wondered.