Wild West Rapids Poem by Phil Soar

Wild West Rapids



I took on the rapids beneath a warm sun
Until a wild Indian shot me for fun
I was way out west, in my kayak/canoe
And I sank without trace, beneath deep skies of blue

Friday, March 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,silly
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