By an Austrian church Tower <br />In Vienna near the center, <br />Leading cobblestones to brick <br />Pacing towards our place to enter. <br /> <br />Jingle coins inside my pocket. <br />Find two Euro, pay the toll. <br />Skipping forward toward the steps <br />Pay a shilling for a stroll. <br /> <br />Rustic stones that meet your fingers <br />Porous rock engraved with years. <br />Marching quickly around each bend. <br />Stairs that never disappear. <br /> <br />Count each step until you’ve reached the top. <br />Gazing before you, smile aglow. <br />Three-hundred and forty <br />To see the beautiful street below. <br /> <br />From this glorious sight you must depart. <br />Down the steps once more, you descend. <br />Staring up at porous ceilings. <br />Bittersweet at journey’s end. <br /> <br />From this Austrian church tower <br />In Vienna near the center, <br />Comes a spirit of joy refreshed <br />And a soul in which to enter.<br /><br />Amanda Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/st-stephen-s-cathedral/
