Inside Sears Tower

Crowding into a capacious elevator,
Elbow to elbow, eye to eye,
Climbing up to the highest floor,
More levels than imaginable.

Everyone's ears quickly popping,
Suddenly the door rolls on open,
While eager eyes search about,
Extinguishing their desire with the sight.

Below lies the whole layout of Chicago,
Every road, each tree, naked to the eye,
City people appearing like running ants,
Anxious to arrive at their destination.

Hundreds of proud standing skyscrapers,
Each with its own individual style,
Some wider or thinner, soaring to the heavens,
Entrancing and captivating to all viewers.

Cameras of many sorts flash one after another,
Little children squeal excitedly to their parents,
A breathtaking scene, to much to take in so fast,
Overwhelmed by how everything shrunk.

Fifteen minutes later, groups start to depart,
Unwillingly, for they wish to spend more time,
But there is always other days of the year,
To come once again and visit Sears Tower.

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Our eighth grade at school took a trip to Chicago on March 20, and the first place we stopped at was the Sears Tower. It was really amazing and incredible. I wrote this poem on the way back from our trip, we were riding on a bus late at night. Thanks to all who have read this, take care!