Open Poetry #49 |
The dawning of dirt |
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
There we walked to the river To watch the silt wash away To watch the world erode and become dust dancing along It travels far to its rest Upon the river bed or less Faster than the eye to follow Fleeter than even a young legs run Perchance it will reach the sea And glimpse out into the eternity Or reach its home out on a beach as sand from cobbles, stones reach Should it travel the world For such sights may it see Oceans planes or ships Lain dead as ghost can be May once again it fall touch And roses springs full and lush mayhap this is life fulfilled or happiness for such as thee. I aint as good as I once was but I'm as good, once, as I ever was. - Toby Keith |
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Ticklefingers Senior Member Posts 710 Louisiana |
quote: An interesting picture to ponder over Mr. Poe. Facetiously, with no ill intent, your first two lines conjured up experiences such as watching grass grow or paint drying. Enjoyed the read friend. 88's She told me "play one for your supper Danny and maybe you'll get breakfast". |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...james |
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