Athena Poem by Elia Michael

You dominate the landscape far around,
Acropolis, with temples gleaming white,
Reflecting sunlight down from up the mound,
You sit atop a fortress shining bright.
There is a temple of the maid Athena,
It lies in ruined state but even so
Its beauty, power, strength and its demeanour
Are there, though built thousands of years ago.
Oh Parthenon, what pleasing symmetry,
Displaying ancient science and art,
Your Doric columns form a symphony
Of architecture that sets you apart.
Oh jewel, glinting clear in Athens' crown,
The world will mourn the day when you are down.