- *indianapolis* - Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- *INDIANAPOLIS* (INDIANA) -

From a land of standing timber
Fields of cane.. that grew so tall
Golden grasses.. buffalo grazed on
Pioneers wielding Axe and Awl.

Grew a city… warm and inviting
Stretching across the River "White"
From the Trolley …. To the buses
From small buildings … To new height.

Racing on the track… At Speedway
Baseball diamond … At Victory Field
The RCA Dome holds our Colts team
And our Pacers does, Conseco, yield.

Military Park with all it's gatherings
White River with it's walkways grand
Paddleboats to span their waters
Eiteljorg displays... our native land.

O're our streets the Grand Art's Garden
Crossing to the Circle Mall,
The Monument in glory stands
As the theater gives out Symphonies call.

Everyone will here find something
All their interests to suffice
In our city, INDIANAPOLIS,
To ply each traveler, with this cities spice.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 1-19-2006