Detroit Madonna

The  Lady  stands on the roof of the south tower

Now a beacon to those freeway bound

Oversized and bright to signify her power

Within the church and community hound.

Atop the corbelled, carved parapet

Her gilding gleams a bright butter gold

Above the rose window front and center set

Through the 150 years many stories can be told

Of the Madonna of Detroit and the prayers that were met.

From those newly arrived from Europe

Who gazed on her lovely face

To those flying down the freeway

Nodding as they kept the pace

A constant reminder, proud and tall

That not all Detroit landmarks

Fall to the wrecking ball.

About Poetry Road/Marty Goes to Mars

Poetry storage, genealogy research and tribute to my grandson with Down Syndrome . Creativity is my outlet--expressions in acrylics, accomplished quilter , doll maker and writer. Please visit my shop sites. Thank you for stopping in!
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