Creek
Running Clear beneath my feet
Winding between rocks and grass
Slurping and dripping down a small waterfall.
No legs but always moving,
Until winter curses you solid.
You rise with the rains,
And lower in time of drought.
Will time bless you with never ending flow?
Or will you someday run out?
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Your Rock and Roll | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| The Carousel | 1 | 06/15/2009 |
| Questions Unanswered | 0 | 06/15/2009 |
| Creek | 0 | 06/12/2009 |
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