Abe V Rotor
Let me pluck your chords to hear the world sing
of man's triumph over water and vale,
the strain your bear, the pitch of every string,
the tinkling of glasses of wine and ale.
and I would hear the waves below hissing,
endless roar of cars and big ships on sail;
your towers dwarf the old temples shining,
and remind me of the Twin Towers' tale.
Living with Nature 3, AVR