This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Pace chapter.
Beasts of war dwarf her, even as she stands in fore.
Those long-necked mules abreast
put nail after nail in the coffin of concrete conquest.
She stands
appearing smaller every day
but She stands.
as a beacon of freedom,
torch lit against the world
we knew her,
Now I wonder if foreigners might look on with disappointment
at the size and lack of grandeur
as we might in Paris at the Eiffel Tower.
The conquest of
Construction will cover our green queen.
Progress
will make her antiquated,
But for those of us
who climbed Her spine
who stood watch with Her, vigilant on the Hudson,
Those who have been Her flame
and still are,
She has shared the torch.