The City And The River Were Best Friends Poem by O.S. Brooks

The city and the river were best friends.
Growing up as best friends do
Summer kept them warm at night
Winter kept them icy blue
50 years of smiles and tears
Half their time was spent
Looking back on childhood days
Wondering where they went.
All was well within their bond
Until the sun was gone
Then it began to rain for weeks
The river deep-moved on.
When the clouds above let up
And flood waters could sink
The river returned back to her home
The city stayed to weep.
All her thoughts were foriegn plots
To stop the rivers rince.
They crept along eachothers walls
And have'nt spoken since.