The River Smokes Poem by Dennis Lange
The River Smokes
About this safety issue, much is said,
But still the river sometimes smokes in bed.
And on those mornings when we wake to see
The shroud she breathed, alarmed we should not be
For her. For all around are drenched, and burn
She'll not. Our safety is the sole concern.
Saturday, January 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fog,river,safety,smoking
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