Contours Poem by J.J. Bach

Contours



A stream goes straight down the hill
Gravity demands it
Straight up the hill. We go
Not a gravity rule. A man rule
We're in a hurry after all. Important stuff awaits
Animals follow the land
Natives did too. Not really in a hurry
But we have to go. Fast
Straight up the hill. It's efficient
Life is better now right?

Tuesday, July 11, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,mountains
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