Toward the end of 1911 a group of Yankee financiers decided to found a city in the far west, at the foot of the Rockies Not a month had gone by when the new city still without a single house was bound by three lines in the iron network of the Union Laborers poured in from all parts By the second month three churches were erected and five theatres were playing to full houses Around a square where a few fine trees were left a forest of metal girders glistens day and night to the tune of hammers Derricks The puffing of machines Steel skeletons of thirty-story buildings began to take position Partitions of brick or mere aluminum slabs stuffed the interstices of the iron frame In a few hours entire buildings were poured of concrete by the Edison process Through some sort of superstition they didn't know what to call the city and a contest was opened with a lottery prizes offered by the biggest paper in the city, that was also looking for a name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXCHANGE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE I HEARD YOUR SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES by WALT WHITMAN THE WOODLANDS by WILLIAM BARNES THE MAID'S TRAGEDY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRAGMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: CORDELIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |