People striding, eyes on their destination
They walk with purpose, trusting only the concrete protectors
The skyscrapers are the guardians of this bold city
They are the products of American ambition and ingenuity
They were built to reach the sky, crafted out of hope and determination
But they are not what defines this city
Could it be Times Square, a pocket of bright lights, standing proudly amongst a forest of grey?
Some say it’s the Statue of Liberty, the symbol that rises up out of dark waters, bringing hope to immigrants
Some say it’s Broadway, transforming dreams to a reality
Others insist it is the food, a mix of cultures, feeding the soul
Still others decide it must be the chain of underground subways that bears all the burdens and secrets of the civilians
But I say it is the people, the hearts beating below the buildings
The thugs that appear at night, the thespians living above Broadway, the hardworking people, all the Americans, old and new, define this city
New York City has always been the emblem of dreams, the place that makes things happen
When I think of New York City, I think of the people who work every day to keep the dream alive
When I think of New York City, I think of America and what it has to offer