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The water turned brown in the rain, An eagle hangs in the maples arms above. The toads jump green on shore, The meander fills with shells, Skipping stones and drift wood. The current carries 500 feet per second. The bait fish feast on flies, Jumping into the air unrestrained and ignorant While I carry the weight of the city, Little town kayak holds me up, A raft against the natural life Beyond the reach of people, Only dead fish float down stream.
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
Barren Fork Creek
The water turned brown in the rain, An eagle hangs in the maples arms above. The toads jump green on shore, The meander fills with shells, Skipping stones and drift wood. The current carries 500 feet per second. The bait fish feast on flies, Jumping into the air unrestrained and ignorant While I carry the weight of the city, Little town kayak holds me up, A raft against the natural life Beyond the reach of people, Only dead fish float down stream.
This is a mimic poem of Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota by James Wright.
#nature#float#city#steam#mimic
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
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