Written for Living Poetry where
our inspiration is “Born in the…”
I came into the world eleven floors up,
sirens for a lullaby,
the whole city humming through the window glass
like it already knew my name.
Manhattan didn’t rock me gentle….
it clattered, it honked, it never once went quiet,
and somewhere below, a thousand strangers
were already late for something.
They say you can’t take the island out of the kid ….
it’s in the walk, the impatience at red lights,
the way I expect Manhattan to be this loud,
this lit, this wide awake at 3 a.m.
And The City never disappoints.
NAR©2026
This is “New York State of Mine” by Billy Joel
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
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A good example why I don’t like cities thanks Nancy
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You live in heaven on earth, Brian. Cities are not for everyone, that’s for sure.
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What a fabulous description Nance – it runs through your veins 🙌
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Thanks so much, Ange. I ♥️ NY!
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Why do I just love this??!! 😉
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Because it’s New York, baby! 😃🏙️
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I’m more the Country Mouse, but you do make it sound like a happening place to visit!
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I think everyone should visit NY once in their lives, Liz. There’s no place like it. 🌆
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My kind of town.
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Mine too, Jim. Thanks!
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