hit counter html code

Stonepoem.com

April 5, 2005 - A poem about  Situations

Brown River.

Damn these currents that drag you down
and pull against the muddy rocks -
you don’t deserve such atrophy.
Spun and untoward in turbulence
that batters and crushes hope,
where gulps become swallow
of vile stew in which you sink.
My friend - just remember
to hold your breath, and kick
against this cruelest pull -
and you may again swim
toward the shallows.

-->

Leave a Reply

You must be logged in to post a comment.