The River Poem by Andrew Moss

The River

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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

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Amy Marie 20 February 2010

I like the theme of nature in this poem ;)

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 17 February 2010

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

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Andrew Moss

Orillia, Ontario, Canada
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