(20 minute poetry)
Past the barges easing along the canal, over the aqueduct,
******* the morning into my lungs,
flinging my satchel of schoolbooks because tomorrow never comes,
and then off to the islands for a pirate's day out,
tickling trout (the rainbow kind) lunch well deserved for the deserving mind.
I loved the river
the smell and the feel
the eels
the gulls
the turn of the tide
I took pride in it
knew every nook
every brook that loaned a little more strength to the length of it.
And then they altered it
sunk all my islands
dammed all the brooks
for ***** sake
can't they leave well enough alone?
The rivers not a home to be,
but it was a home for me
a long time ago.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Past the barges easing along the canal, over the aqueduct,
******* the morning into my lungs,
flinging my satchel of schoolbooks because tomorrow never comes,
and then off to the islands for a pirate's day out,
tickling trout (the rainbow kind) lunch well deserved for the deserving mind.
I loved the river
the smell and the feel
the eels
the gulls
the turn of the tide
I took pride in it
knew every nook
every brook that loaned a little more strength to the length of it.
And then they altered it
sunk all my islands
dammed all the brooks
for ***** sake
can't they leave well enough alone?
The rivers not a home to be,
but it was a home for me
a long time ago.
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