The Power Of Nature Poem by douglas lewis

The Power Of Nature

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The creeks are angry.
In a turbulent mood.
Their spitting froth and fury
In a swelling muscled move.
They stand and rant
At solid stone
With erosion on their breath.
They crowd and claw
The loins of sand
Which bleed a roiled brown.
Such intoxicating power.
But do not relent my riverbanks
Protest in to the night.

Saturday, December 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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