On The Ground. Poem by Matt Mooney
On The Ground.
Canadian geese I saw fly in a V, now graze in the morning dew;
Fine yachts and sailing boats huddled in a scenic harbor view;
Joggers in tracks run and jog around fast past me one by one.
Laid low in the rising sun a homeless man sleeps on the green;
Here he's lying closer to our native earth than ever I have been:
Hardy but hapless- a man down on the ground, sleeping sound.
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5/5/2024 2:06:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the scenery described in the beginning of the poem. There is so much imagery in the poem. Great job.