Two towers pierce San Antone sky,

One by Hemisfair; Two, not so high.

First the symbol of technological might;

Very Beautiful in colored light,

(Might fall over, some dark night).

The other's old clock face and electric chimes

Beat their way through electronic times.

You'll think it's missing

As the hours fly,

But you can hear it

If you try,

Over faint sqalks --

The Peacock's cry.