There is a place, down by the bank of the river
where I go to write my poems
Twixt the trees and the plants which stick up sharp
And at the base of an old oak tree,
I will sit,
and I will look at what is good
With my eyes closed
while people pass me by,
On a path not far away
Why don’t they search for my screaming?
Faint though I know it to be,
There are tree people whispering
a countless chorus crying
Forgive god his trespasses
And I try to remember where I am
because sometimes I forget where this place is
if
It isn’t just some dream
And sometimes when I look for this place
I can’t find it
So I hang out in the new parking lot
down by the river
Built when they said there were too many transient
Individuals
down by the river
At least now I have a place to skateboard
Built when they said there were too many transient Individuals down by the river At least now I have a place to skateboard.a u are in nature's lap and may have all beautiful ideas on your skatch board.. enjoy it and let others enjoy your creation too.....10.. read mine.. you and me.. snow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the theme of nature in this poem ;)