Riding the London Eye

 

The wheel doesn’t stop moving

I just step on

The last of about ten

 

The doors shut behind me

Slowly the wheel moves

Up towards the sky

 

The sunlight shimmers

On the river below

 

On the other bank

The city spreads out

One square mile

 

This side of the Thames

Below us

The thatched room of The Globe

 

All of London

Can be seen from the top

 

The clock tower

That houses Big Ben

Lights up

 

The sun goes down

So do wee

 

The door opens

We step out

But the wheel never stops turning