Chicago - Skyscraper First Poem by Ima Ryma

In Chicago, I rose to fame,
As an architectual high.
Ten stories upward I did aim,
First to be known to scrape the sky.
A frame of metal and not stone,
Because of me became the rule,
That over time would become known,
Architecture - Chicago school.
My start was met with mocking call.
But when done, I was one skilled thing.
The sight of me did marvel all,
Named the Home Insurance Building.

1931 depressed me.
I was torn down and ceased to be.