The Last Ripple #3 Poem by Abby Kimball

You were a friend of mine,
Since we were lads of nine,
Working side by side,
I loved you so,
And you were so full of woe,
I decided helped you out
(Out of the goodness of my heart)

I found him,
Lying in the river,
Dying,
His body turning blue,

You complained about her,
Your eyes dancing in the fire,
And I told you of a way out,
Your eyes went wide and you flounced about,
Next thing I knew,
I held your head deep in the river,
(Out of the kindness of my heart)

I found him,
Lying by the river,
Shivering and his body turning blue,

I act suprised,
When they said you had died,
I grimaced at your body and turned away,
But I still think about that day,
When I held your head deep in the river,