The Wretched Refuse

New York City: The Statue of Liberty

New York City: The Statue of Liberty

Like every ordinary visitor to New York, I looked across the water to the famous statue which stands forever waiting. As I tried to frame Miss Liberty against a threatening sky and through golden door-posts, the Lazarus lines ran through my mind:

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

The water was calm. The torch with its imprisoned lightning has weathered many storms before.

By I. J. Khanewala

I travel on work. When that gets too tiring then I relax by travelling for holidays. The holidays are pretty hectic, so I need to unwind by getting back home. But that means work.


  1. One of my pictures that I posted in response to this challenge was taken from roughly the same place, while we waited in the long, long line-up for the ferry to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty.


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