Poznan Poem by Patrick Czyz

Tread this stonepath way and walk
Upon each rock reaching the stony steps.
From whose ancient hands raised thy walls
Wrapped with scripts of roman scrawls?
Lend a listen to clock and bells chime
High over monolith arches masoned by time's
Long pillars decking out the rails and roofs.
Courage to see the dueling goats, hoofs in their fray
Etnerally dancing from noon to noon, day to day.
Applaud the lofty spire, treading high toward
Temptation to pierce the passage of clouds
Rays of light, waves of trumpet sound,
This sole citadel, towered, centered and enthused
Poznan's princely home, the ratusz.