Prompt:
Standing tall, against the sky,
A relic of the days gone by.
With brick and mortar, weathered and worn,
The old water tower, a structure born.
A sentinel of the past, stoic and grand,
Built to withstand, nature's demand.
A symbol of progress, a feat of engineering,
A source of water, once so endearing.
Its walls now faded, with stories untold,
A witness to history, a landmark bold.
With memories embedded, in every brick,
The old water tower, a nostalgic flick.
A beacon of the town, a landmark true,
A testament to time, and years that flew.
Silent and majestic, it stands alone,
A reminder of a bygone era, now overgrown.
Though its purpose changed, as time moved on,
The old water tower, still stands strong.
A nostalgic relic, with tales to tell,
Of days gone by, and a cherished spell.
So let it stand, in all its glory,
A symbol of resilience, an enduring story.
The old water tower, a part of the town's lore,
A reminder of the past, for evermore.
Artist
